"Searching for more than mere tastes of living water, tired eyes tend to wander, seek the light. Create in her a sense of awe that sees Your beauty, let Your splendor flash with blinding light." "Cities slowly suffocate, what once was bright is now moth-eaten. As young girls filter thoughts that once were fresh now worn and beaten. Clutching pity like a prize to her side her fingers grow weary. 'He cares so much for sparrows, won't He toss something out my way?'"