My Husband Is Not A Christian But

Clouds And Darkness Surround Us, Yet Heaven Is Just, And The Day Of Triumph Will Surely Come, When Justice And Truth Will Be Vindicated. Our Wrongs Will Be Made Right, And We Will Once More Taste The Blessings Of Freedom

Beautiful, Glorious Scotland, Has Spoilt Me For Every Other Country.

My Husband Is Not A Christian But Is A Religious Man, I Think.

In Grief, Words Are A Poor Consolation - Silence And Agonizing Tears Are All That Is Left The Sufferer.

My Evil Genius Procrastination Has Whispered Me To Tarry 'til A More Convenient Season.