As Long As Habit And

As Long As Habit And Routine Dictate The Pattern Of Living, New Dimensions Of The Soul Will Not Emerge.

Religion? Yes, I Know It Well; I've Heard Its Prayers And Creeds, And Seen Men Put Them All To Shame With Poor, Half-hearted Deeds. They Follow Christ, But Far Away; They Wander And They Doubt. I'll Serve Him In A Better Way, And Live His Precepts Out.

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.

What You Possess In The World Will Be Found At The Day Of Your Death To Belong To Someone Else. But What You Are Will Be Yours Forever.

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.