Flowers Preach To Us If We Will

Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core . . . Till Joy Shall Overtake.

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.

Open Wide The Windows Of Our Spirits And Fill Us Full Of Light; Open Wide The Door Of Our Hearts, That We May Receive And Entertain Thee With All Our Powers Of Adoration.

My Heart Is Like A Singing Bird.