A good tree cannot bear evil fruit, nor can a bad tree bear God’s fruit.
Subito my child! The winter’s coming upon us – prepare the lamp!
There are priests who want to be, those who want to do. Lord help me to do
If I die will you remember me? Pray for me as no one else may.
Winds brought you to us. Strong winds not foreseen by you or me; breathe with me.
A rose in my heart, thou sleeps to the song of peace, living in me still.
The eye does not see, nor ear hear, nor heart conceive, the realm of God’s love (1 Cor 2.9)
I have been to a land of tears overwhelming the mind’s intellect
He knows not dying yet he is; he knows to live and breathes his last breath