Everything That Is Made Beautiful And Fair

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.

If You Are Wholly Perplexed And In Straits, Have Patience, For Patience Is The Key To Joy.

For The Thirst To Possess Your Love, Is Worth My Blood A Hundred Times.

Don't Put Blankets Over The Drum! Open Completely. Let Your Spirit Ear Listen To The Green Dome's Passionate Murmur.