If You Yearn For Holy Felicity, Shed

To Become Spiritual, You Must Die To Self, And Come Alive In The Lord. Only Then Will The Mysteries Of God Fall From Your Lips. To Die To Self Through Self-discipline Causes Suffering But Brings You Everlasting Life.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

This Love Has Whispered Secrets In Your Ear That Don't Make Sense To Anybody Else. You Know Who You Are. You Are The Shining Star.

We Came Whirling Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust... The Stars Made A Circle, And In The Middle, We Dance.

It Is Certain That An Atom Of Goodness On The Path Of Faith Is Never Lost.