Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Nightand Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him

Leave That Which Is Not, But Appears To Be. Seek That Which Is, But Is Not Apparent.

The Intelligent Desire Self-control; Children Want Candy.

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.