It Is The Still, Small

Lord, For The Erring Thoughtnot Into Evil Wrought:lord, For The Wicked Willbetrayed And Baffled Still:for The Heart From Itself Kept,our Thanksgiving Accept.

The Difficulty Is To Know Conscience From Self-interest.

Wisdom And Goodness Are Twin-born, One Heart Must Hold Both Sisters, Never Seen Apart.

People Naturally Despise A Dependant.

It Is The Still, Small Voice That The Soul Heeds, Not The Deafening Blasts Of Doom.