There Is A Lovely Road That Runs

The Ground Is Holy, Being Even As It Came From The Creator. Keep It, Guard It, Care For It, For It Keeps Men, Guards Men, Cares For Men. Destroy It And Man Is Destroyed.

We Do Not Work For Men. We Work For The Land And The People. We Do Not Even Work For Money.

Ask Yourself Not If This Or That Is Expedient, But If It Is Right.

St. Francis Of Assisi Taught Me That There Is A Wound In The Creation And That The Greatest Use We Could Make Of Our Lives Was To Ask To Be Made A Healer Of It.

One Day In Johannesburg, And Already The Tribe Was Being Rebuilt, The House And Soul Being Restored.