God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.

I Cannot Speak In Happy Tones; The Tear Drops On My Cheek Show I Am Sad; But I Can Speak Of Grace To Suffer With Submission Meek, Until Made Glad.

In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.

Whoever Lives True Life, Will Love True Love.