I Didn't Come Here Of My Own

I'm In Love! Your Advice, What Are They? Love Has Poisoned Me! Your Remedies, What Are They? I Hear Them Shout: "fast, Bind Him Feet!" But If My Heart That Has Gone Mad! Those Strings On My Feet What Is The Point?

To Become Spiritual, You Must Die To Self, And Come Alive In The Lord. Only Then Will The Mysteries Of God Fall From Your Lips. To Die To Self Through Self-discipline Causes Suffering But Brings You Everlasting Life.

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

Your Kindness Cannot Be Said. You Open Doors In The Sky. You Ease The Heart And Make God's Qualities Visible.

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?