Whatever Purifies You Is The

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

Whenever Sorrow Comes, Be Kind To It. For God Has Placed A Pearl In Sorrow’s Hand.

It Is As If A King Had Sent You To A Country To Carry Out One Special, Specific Task. You Go To The Country And You Perform A Hundred Other Tasks, But If You Have Not Performed The Task You Were Sent For, It Is As If You Have Done Nothing At All. So People Have Come Into The World For Particular Tasks, And That Is Our Purpose. If We Don't Perform It, We Will Have Done Nothing.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

I Was A Thorn Rushing To Be With A Rose, Vinegar Blending With Honey… Then I Found Some Dirt To Make An Ointment That Would Honor My Soul… Love Says, “you Are Right, But Don’t Claim These Changes. Remember, I Am Wind. You Are An Ember I Ignite.