Truth Is The Golden Girdle

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

Ye Fearful Saints Fresh Courage Take, The Clouds You So Much Dread Are Big With Mercy And Shall Break, With Blessings On Your Head

No One Was Ever Scolded Out Of Their Sins.

Gardening Imparts An Organic Perspective On The Passage Of Time.

A Christian's Wit Is Offensive Light, A Beam That Aids, But Never Grieves The Sight; Vig'rous In Age As In The Flush Of Youth, 'tis Always Active On The Side Of Truth.