The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

Do Thou Smile Like The Rose At Loss And Gain; For The Rose, Though Its Petals Be Torn Asunder, Still Smiles On, And It Is Never Cast Down.

Why, When God's World Is So Big, Did You Fall Asleep In A Prison, Of All Places?