By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

Fight Ever On: This Earthly Stuff If Used God’s Way Will Be Enough. Face To The Firing Line O Friend Fight Out Life’s Battle To The End. One Soldier, When The Fight Was Red, Threw Down His Broken Sword And Fled. Another Snatched It, Won The Day, With What His Comrade Flung Away.

It Is Better To Rust Out Than Wear Out.