In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its

A Thousand Half-loves Must Be Forsaken To Take One Whole Heart Home.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

Be A Lamp, Or A Lifeboat, Or A Ladder. Help Someone's Soul Heal. Walk Out Of Your House Like A Shepherd.

I Can Heal A Broken Heart With A Smile.