It Isn't The Thing You Do, Dear,

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.

I Think That The Almighty Gave Springtime To A Tired World So That Its Peoples Might Know Rest. I Think That He Gave It To A Troubled World So That The World's Inhabitants Might Find Peace. I Think He Gave It To A Discouraged World So That Hope And Faith Might Be Reborn!

It Isn't The Thing You Do, Dear, It's The Thing You Leave Undone Which Gives You A Bit Of Heartache At The Setting At The Setting Of The Sun.

... Love Is Heaven And Claims Its Own.