There Are Things You Can

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World.

Counting Stars By Candlelight All Are Dim But One Is Bright; The Spiral Light Of Venus Rising First And Shining Best, From The Northwest Corner Of A Brand-new Crescent Moon Crickets And Cicadas Sing A Rare And Different Tune.

Sometimes We Live No Particular Way But Our Own

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.

Comes A Time When The Blind Man Takes Your Hand Says Don't You See?