Your Fear Of Death Is

If We Were To All Sit In A Circle And Confess Our Sins, We Would Laugh At Each Other For Lack Of Originality.

My Lebanon Is A Flock Of Birds Fluttering In The Early Morning As Shepherds Lead Their Sheep Into The Meadow & Rising In The Evening As Farmers Return From Their Fields And Vineyards.you Have Your Lebanon And Its People. I Have My Lebanon And Its People.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.

We Who Love Him Beheld Him With These Our Eyes Which He Made To See; And We Touched Him With These Our Hands Which He Taught To Reach Forth.

Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self.