I Have Lived To Thank God That

I Am Athirst For God, The Living God.

I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music Within And A Song, And Echoes Did Feed On The Sweetness, Repeating It Long. I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music That Played Itself Out In Aeolian Notes: Then Was Heard, As A Far-away Bell At Long Intervals Tolled.

I Don't Want To Die. But I Want To Be Dead.

You Moon, Have You Done Something Wrong In Heaven / That God Has Hidden Your Face?

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.