Do You Think You Can Be Righteous

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.