There Is Too Much Undissolved Wrath And

The Moment Comes When The Great Nurse, Death, Takes A Human, The Child, By The Hand And Quietly Says, "it Is Time To Go Home. Night Is Coming. It Is Your Bedtime, Child Of Earth. Come; You're Tired. Lie Down At Last In The Quiet Nursery Of Nature And Sleep. Sleep Well. The Day Is Gone. Stars Shine In The Canopy Of Eternity."

In This Vast Universe There Is But One Supreme Truth- That God Is Our Friend! By That Truth Meaning Is Given To The Remote Stars, The Numberless Centuries, The Long And Heroic Struggle Of Mankind . . . O My Soul, Dare To Trust This Truth! Dare To Rest In God's Kindly Arms, Dare To Look Confidently Into His Face, Then Launch Thyself Into Life Unafraid! Knowing Thou Art Within My Father's House, That Thou Art Surrounded By His Love, Thou Wilt Become Master Of Fear, Lord Of Life, Conqueror Even Of Death!

We Are The Carriers Of Health And Disease - Either The Divine Health Of Courage And Nobility Or The Demonic Diseases Of Hate And Anxiety

Nature Does Not Demand That We Be Perfect. It Requires Only That We Grow.

God Hears No Sweeter Music Than The Cracked Chimes Of The Courageous Human Spirit Ringing In Imperfect Acknowledgement Of His Perfect Love.