As For Environments, The Kingliest Being Ever

No Language Can Express The Power, And Beauty, And Heroism, And Majesty Of A Mother's Love. It Shrinks Not Where Man Cowers, And Grows Stronger Where Man Faints, And Over Wastes Of Worldly Fortunes Sends The Radiance Of Its Quenchless Fidelity Like A Star.

No One Can Truly See Christ, And Drink In The Influence Of His Character, And Not Be A Christian At Heart.

It Takes Something Of A Poet To Apprehend And Get Into The Depth, The Lusciousness, The Spiritual Life Of A Great Poem. And So We Must Be In Some Way Like God In Order That We May See God As He Is.

As For Environments, The Kingliest Being Ever Born In The Flesh Lay In A Manger.

Conscience Is Its Own Readiest Accuser.