Past the seeker as he prayed came the crippled and the beggar and the beaten. And seeing them… he cried, “Great God, how is it that a loving creator can see such things and yet do nothing about them?” God said, “I did do something. I made you.”
- As a hart longs for flowing streams so longs my soul for thee O God! My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of my God?