Truth - Is As Old As God-.

Finite To Fail, But Infinite To Venture.

... And Then I Heard Them Lift A Box, And Creak Across My Soul With Those Same Boots Of Lead, Again, Then Space Began To Toll.

How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

I Felt It Shelter To Speak To You.

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone