This is my Father’s world:
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.
— Matbie D. Babcock

Always remember, there was nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name.
— The Avet Brothers