What Do I Owe My Father? Everything!

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.

All Thy Works With Joy Surround Thee, God Of Glory, Lord Of Love; Stars And Angels Sing Around Thee, Center Of Unbroken Praise. Field And Forest, Vale And Mountain, Flowery Meadow, Flashing Sea, Chanting Bird And Flowing Fountain, Call Us To Rejoice In Thee.

The Best Rose-bush, After All, Is Not That Which Has The Fewest Thorns, But That Which Bears The Finest Roses.

Peace Without Justice Is A Low Estate,— A Coward Cringing To An Iron Fate! But Peace Through Justice Is The Great Ideal,— We'll Pay The Price Of War To Make It Real.

Faith Is An Adventure; It Is The Courage Of The Soul To Face The Unknown. But That Courage Springs From The Hope And Confidence Of The Soul That Its Adventure Will Succeed.