Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow

Jesus Was Not Sent Here To Teach The People To Build Magnificent Churches And Temples Amidst The Cold Wretched Huts And Dismal Hovels. He Came To Make The Human Heart A Temple, And The Soul An Altar, And The Mind A Priest.

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

Life Is But A Sleep Disturbed By Dreaming, Prompted By The Will; The Saddened Soul With Sadness Hides It's Secrets, And The Gay, With Thrill.

They Say: 'if A Man Knew Himself, He Would Know All Mankind.' I Say: 'if A Man Loved Mankind, He Would Know Something Of Himself.

At Ebb Tide I Wrote A Line Upon The Sand, And Gave It All My Heart And All My Soul. At Flood Tide I Returned To Read What I Had Inscribed And Found My Ignorance Upon The Shore.