What we speak becomes the house we live in.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret
Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun
Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!
The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.
Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.