My Heart Is Breaking For

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

Oh That It Were With Me As With The Flower; Blooming On Its Own Tree For Butterfly And Bee Its Summer Morns: That I Might Bloom Mine Hour A Rose In Spite Of Thorns. Oh That My Work Were Done As Birds' That Soar Rejoicing In The Sun: That When My Time Is Run And Daylight Too, I So Might Rest Once More Cool With Refreshing Dew.

There Is No Time Like Spring When Life's Alive In Everything, Before New Nestlings Sing, Before Cleft Swallows Speed Their Journey Back Along The Trackless Track.

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.

Born In A Stable, Cradled In A Manger, In The World His Hands Have Made, Born A Stranger.