I am athirst for God, the living God.

I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.

And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.