Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.