Hope Is Like A Hairball Trembling From

All Earth's Full Rivers Can Not Fillthe Sea That Drinking Thirsteth Still.

O Lord, Who Art Our Guide Even Unto Death, Grant Us, I Pray Thee, Grace To Follow Thee Whithersoever Thou Goest. In Little Daily Duties To Which Thou Callest Us, Bow Down Our Wills To Simple Obedience.

It Is Not The Deed We Do Though The Deed Be Never So Fair, But The Love That The Dear Lord Looketh For, Hidden With Lovely Care In The Heart Of The Deed So Fair.

Heaven Is The Presence Of God.

Choose Love Not In The Shallows But In The Deep.