Listen With Ears Of Tolerance! See Through

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.