I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.
Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.
The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.
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