One Of The First Things To Be

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.

At Christmas-tide The Open Hand Scatters Its Bounty O'er Sea And Land, And None Are Left To Grieve Alone, For Love Is Heaven And Claims Its Own.

God Made The Forests, The Tiny Stars, And The Wild Winds-and I Think That He Made Them Partly As A Balance For That Kind Of Civilization That Would Choke The Spirit Of Joy Out Of Our Hearts. He Made The Great Open Places For The People Who Want To Be Alone With Him And Talk To Him, Away From The Crowds That Kill All Reverence. And I Think That He Is Glad At Times To Have Us Forget Our Cares And Responsibilities That We May Be Nearer Him-as Jesus Was When He Crept Away Into The Wilderness To Pray.

Not Always The Fanciest Cake That's There Is The Best To Eat!

Creative Genius Is A Divinely Bestowed Gift Which Is The Coronation Of The Few.