I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.
Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.
All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.
We shall not always plant while others reap
The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.