God Draws Straight With Crooked

Is The Patience Of The American People That Long Suffering? Is There No Outrage Left In The Country?

My Songs Will Pass And Be Forgotten. What Counts, However, Is That I Sang Them.

The Highest Love Of All Finds Its Fulfillment Not In What It Keeps, But In What It Gives.

When I Can Go Just Where I Want To Go, There Is A Copse Of Birch Trees That I Know; And, As In Eden Adam Walked With God, When In That Quiet Aisle My Feet Have Trod I Have Found Peace Among The Silver Trees, Known Comfort In The Cool Kiss Of The Breeze Heard Music In Its Whisper, And Have Known Most Certainly That I Was Not Alone!

I Wouldn't Say The World Is My Parish, But My Readers Are My Parish. And Especially The Readers That Write To Me. They're My Parish. And It's A Responsibility That I Enjoy.