Open Your Arms If You Want The

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

This World Is In Deep Trouble, From Top To Bottom. But It Can Be Swiftly Healed By The Balm Of Love.

I Can't Stop Pointing To The Beauty. Every Moment And Place Says, 'put This Design In Your Carpet!'

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.