What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink

The Loves That Meet In Paradise Shall Cast Out Fear, And Paradise Hath Room For You And Me And All.

I Have No Wit, No Words, No Tears; My Heart Within Me Like A Stone Is Numb'd Too Much For Hopes Or Fears; Look Right, Look Left, I Dwell Alone; I Lift Mine Eyes, But Dimm'd With Grief No Everlasting Hills I See; My Life Is In The Falling Leaf: O Jesus, Quicken Me.

Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You Nor I But When The Trees Bow Down Their Heads, The Wind Is Passing By.

Open Wide The Windows Of Our Spirits And Fill Us Full Of Light; Open Wide The Door Of Our Hearts, That We May Receive And Entertain Thee With All Our Powers Of Adoration.

Where Innocent Bright-eyes Daisies Are With Blades Of Grass Between, Each Daisy Stands Up Like A Star Out Of A Sky Of Green.