My Heart Is Breaking For A Little

Consider The Lilies Of The Field Whose Bloom Is Brief:-- We Are As They; Like Them We Fade Away As Doth A Leaf.

Tread Softly! All The Earth Is Holy Ground.

Christmas Hath A Darkness; Brighter Than The Blazing Noon; Christmas Hath A Chillness Warmer Than The Heat Of June, Christmas Hath A Beauty Lovelier Than The World Can Show: For Christmas Bringeth Jesus, Brought For Us So Low

Were There No God, We Would Be In This Glorious World With Grateful Hearts, And No One To Thank.

My Heart Is Like A Singing Bird.