My Lips Got Lost On The Way

Every Prophet And Every Saint Has A Way, But All Lead To God. All Ways Are Really One.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises

Friends Are Enemies Sometimes, And Enemies Friends.

God's Purpose For Man Is To Acquire A Seeing Eye And An Understanding Heart.