If A Thief Helps A Poor Man

The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within My Heart Reproves The Swelling Pride.

Love Hath So Long Possessed Me For His Own And Made His Lordship So Familiar.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.

Remember Tonight... For It Is The Beginning Of Always.