To Saints Their Very Slumber Is A

Whosoever You Are Who Introduce New Doctrines, I Beseech You To Spare The Ears Of Romans! Spare That Faith Which Was Commended By The Voice Of An Apostle. Why Should You Attempt To Teach Us, At The End Of Hundreds Of Years, That Which We Never Heard Before? Why Bring Forward What Peter And Paul Did Not Will To Make Known? Until This Day, The World Was Christian Without Your Doctrine. Thus, I Hold As An Old Man Onto That Faith Wherein I Was Regenerated As A Boy.

Music To Me Is A Voice, My Voice, It's My Way Of Expressing What Colours Can I Bring In, What Emotions, What Feel. What Ideas Can I Bring Out From These Instruments That Would Make This Song Come Alive.

Every Day We Are Changing, Every Day We Are Dying, And Yet We Fancy Ourselves Eternal.

If There Is But Little Water In The Stream, It Is The Fault, Not Of The Channel, But Of The Source.

Do Not Marvel At The Novelty Of The Thing, If A Virgin Gives Birth To God.