Life Has Two Halves: One Patient And

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.

My Lebanon Is A Flock Of Birds Fluttering In The Early Morning As Shepherds Lead Their Sheep Into The Meadow & Rising In The Evening As Farmers Return From Their Fields And Vineyards.you Have Your Lebanon And Its People. I Have My Lebanon And Its People.

And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb.

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

And Forget Not That The Earth Delights To Feel Your Bare Feet And The Winds Long To Play With Your Hair.