The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.