He Who Labours, Prays.

To Sing Is To Pray Twice.

This Very Moment I May, If I Desire, Become The Friend Of God.

The One Who Is Our Very Life Descended Into Our World, And Bore Our Death, And Slew It With The Abundance Of His Own Life. Thundering, He Called Out To Us To Return To Him In Heaven.

It Will Not Be Held Against You That You Are Ignorant Against Your Will, But That You Neglect To Seek Out What It Is That Makes You Ignorant; Not That You Cannot Bring Together Your Wounded Limbs, But That You Reject Him That Would Heal Them.

The Honors Of This World, What Are They But Puff, And Emptiness, And Peril Of Falling?