O beauty
O aura...

We create beauty
When we write...

You enveloped me
When others would flee...

Yesterday I was sad
But today I am happy...

They say she understands
Body language better...

Alas for the widow's mite
That which Christ adjudged...

At the sound of the gun
The squirrel falls dead...

Some people say
They have not suffered...

The problem with life to me
Seems to be that...

If I did not trust
I would be a fool...

She lied and died,
Ananias's wife fell...

What exactly is faith?
Faith is like talking first...