O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be.
O light that foll’west all my way, I yield my flick’ring torch to thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain, That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from thee; I lay in dust life’s glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be.
Dear Bird Who Flew Over My Car Yesterday Afternoon,
Congratulations. You are now Public Enemy Number One. I have declared that the little bomb you strategically dropped on my car is an act of terrorism, and as a result, we are OFFICIALLY AT WAR you little monger. You broke our treaty of peace and now you must pay the consequences. I hope you are happy now.