My Will Is Mine...i Shall Not Make

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

There Is A Limit To The Best Of Health, Disease Is Always A Near Neighbor.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.