Your Calling My Name Is My Reply.

Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn. Do That Yourself, And A Spring Will Rise In The Dark With Water Your Deepest Thirst Is For.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water Also Looks For Thirsty.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

Let's Ask God To Help Us To Self-control For One Who Lacks It, Lacks His Grace.