|I am a sinner saved by grace. That about covers it.|
Deep Unto DeepI love the month when it is young;Deep Unto Deep by PaintingSaint
When hearts are still as soft
As a sapling's bark. And
Dreams do not hem you in
With thorns in your skull -
One Man already went through that.
It's around this time that we shall trade our
Whimperings for lullabies, and the sea
Will tip gently into itself to let the eyes
Of God shine through the sky,
And we won't cry anymore.