Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind

Rub Your Eyes, And Look Again At Love, With Love.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?

Love Is The Whole Thing. We Are Only Pieces.

I Have Been So Naughted In Thy Love's Existence That My Nonexistence Is A Thousand Times Sweeter Than My Existence