This Mirror Inside Me Shows. I Can’t

We Are Even Higher Than The Heavens, We Are Greater Than Angels; Why Should We Not Transcend Both? Our Lodging-place Is Majesty.

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

Grace Comes To Forgive And Then Forgive Again.

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

Never Be Without Remembrance Of Him, For His Remembrance Gives Strength And Wings To The Bird Of The Spirit.