Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Nightand Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

From The Distance You Only See My Light; Come Closer And You Will Know That I Am You.

Tender Words We Spoke To One Another Are Sealed In The Secret Vaults Of Heaven. One Day Like Rain, They Will Fall To Earth And Grow Green All Over The World.