Unless God send his hail / Or blinding fire balls, sleet or stifling snow, / In some time, his good time, I shall arrive.
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.
Other heights in other lives, God willing.
God is the perfect poet.
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.