What Will You Do In The Mundane

False Preachers Are Worse Than Deflowerers Of Virgins.

Lord God, I Thank Thee That Thou Hast Been Pleased To Make Me A Poor And Indigent Man Upon Earth. I Have Neither House Nor Land Nor Money, To Leave Behind Me. Thou Hast Given Me Wife And Children, Whom I Now Restore To Thee. Lord, Nourish, Teach, And Preserve Them As Thou Hast Me.

Dearest Jesus, Holy Child, Make Thee A Bed, Soft, Undefiled, Within My Heart, That It May Be A Quiet Chamber Kept For Thee.

As For The Demented, I Hold It Certain That All Beings Deprived Of Reason Are Thus Afflicted Only By The Devil.

Superstition, Idolatry, And Hypocrisy Have Ample Wages, But Truth Goes A Begging.