"Our God, we will trust thee. Shall we not find thee equal to our faith? One day, we shall laugh ourselves to scorn that we looked for so little from thee; for thy giving will not be limited by our hoping."
"Down there where the river rushes to the sea I didn't let 'em get the best of me I didn't let 'em take the very best part The last lone bit of light left flickering in my heart"