But love is blind

But love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; for if they could, Cupid himself would blush to see me thus transformed to a boy.

place within your heart

Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.

A perfect God demands a perfect justice

A perfect God demands a perfect justice

He cannot let us get away with sin.

We used God’s gift of our free will to trespass

So heaven’s gates were closed; we couldn’t get in

Thank God

Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.  ~Henry David Thoreau

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