Nor passing arrows by day. Wings of refuge cover my journeying soul. Humbly Crowned Yours heavens greatest possession. Being Gods only son. Appearing in the mist of troubled times.
Words comfort a wounded soul.
Lifting burdens from heavy hearts. Wiping tears from crying eyes. Lighting a path that one may trod. Uncertain souls find inspiration through his words. He lived in the mist of creation in the likeness of man.