Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith; Patience

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.

We Must Not Look At Goblin Men, We Must Not Buy Their Fruits: Who Knows Upon What Soil They Fed Their Hungry Thirsty Roots?

Ah Me, But Where Are Now The Songs I Sang When Life Was Sweet Because You Call’d Them Sweet?

Flowers Preach To Us If We Will Hear.

My Heart Is Like A Singing Bird.