People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.