You Shall Be Held Down By The

Am I Less Man Because I Believe In A Greater Man?

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked. And The Same Well From Which Your Laughter Rises Was Oftentimes Filled With Your Tears. And How Else Can It Be? The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain. Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter's Oven? And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit, The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

We Who Love Him Beheld Him With These Our Eyes Which He Made To See; And We Touched Him With These Our Hands Which He Taught To Reach Forth.