When Your Way Comes Darkest . . . When Your Eyes With Tears Are Dim . . . Go To GOD, Tell all Your Troubles To Him. . . The Soul Would Have No Rainbow If The Eyes Had No Tears. .
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You don''t blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the President. You realize that you control your own destiny
Dere''s A Luxury In
Self-Reproach,
Whn V Blame
Ourselves,
V Feel Dath No One Else
Has A Rite 2 Blame Us.
Its d Confession, Not
The Priest, Dat Gives
Us Absoluti
