My Desire Is That My

We Take Nothing To The Grave With Us, But A Good Or Evil Conscience... It Is True, Terrors Of Conscience Cast Us Down; And Yet Without Terrors Of Conscience We Cannot Be Raised Up Again.

I Think It Is Possible On Earth To Build A Young, New Jerusalem, A Little, New Heaven Of This Surpassing Love. God, Either Send Me More Of This Love, Or Take Me Quickly Over The Water, Where I May Be Filled With His Love.

The Bloom Fell Off My Branches And Joy Did Cast Off Its Flower

Build Your Nest In No Tree Here...for The Lord Of The Forest Has Condemned The Whole Woods To Be Demolished.

Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows Best In Winter Weather, And Under Storms Of Affliction.