He would pray...for everyone who knew pain, which meant everyone who wore a human face.
What the Night KnowsI don't know. I got nothing. No house, no people, no place. Maybe that's troubles. Don't I say?
A Walk in the Night and Other StoriesLast night at work, I was short people. I was two midgets and a mute.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For YouLove's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
A Midsummer Night's DreamJesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
Samuel Rutherford