Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.

Your Saying 'i Do Not Understand You' Is Praise Beyond My Worth, And An Insult You Do Not Deserve.

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?

God Has Made Many Doors Opening Into Truth Which He Opens To All Who Knock Upon Them With Hands Of Faith.

We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities, But By Our Vision.