Whatever Purifies You Is The

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

The Heart That Is Not In Love Will Fail The Test.

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.