Some Keep The Sabbath Going

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose.

Heavenly Father - Take To Thee The Supreme Iniquity Fashioned By Thy Candid Hand In A Moment Contraband - Though To Trust Us Seem To Us More Respectful - We Are Dust - We Apologize To Thee For Thine Own Duplicity.

The Truth Never Flaunted A Sign.