Prayer Is An Ordinance Of

We Know Not The Matter Of The Things For Which We Should Pray, Neither The Object To Whom We Pray, Nor The Medium By Or Through Whom We Pray; None Of These Things Know We, But By The Help And Assistance Of The Spirit.

I Am Now A Man Of Despair, Rejected, Abandoned, Shut Up In This Iron Cage From Which There Is No Escape.

A Comely Sight Indeed It Is To See, A World Of Blossoms On An Apple Tree.

Care, Mad To See A Man Sae Happy, E'en Drouned Himsel Amang The Nappy.

Some Said, "john, Print It"; Others Said "not So." Some Said, "it Might Do Good"; Others Said, "no."