Praised Be The Lord, Who Has Redeemed

The Custom Of Speaking To God Almighty As Freely As With A Slave - Caring Nothing Whether The Words Are Suitable Or Not, But Simply Saying The First Thing That Comes To Mind From Being Learnt By Rote By Frequent Repetition - Cannot Be Called Prayer: God Grant That No Christian May Address Him In This Manner.

Lord, How Thou Dost Afflict Thy Lovers!

God Prefers Your Health, And Your Obedience, To Your Penance.

As God's Beloved, I Live In The Bliss Knowing That My Soul Is Never Separated From Him, For I Learn To Know Her In All That I See. God Dissolved My Mind-my Separation. I Cannot Describe Now My Intimacy With Him.

God Has No Hands Or Feet Or Voice Except Ours And Through These He Works.