I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
-Emily Dickenson-
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Christ my leader bring me through, Christ my center keep me true, Christ my groundwork hold me straight, Christ my balance bear my weight, Christ transcending time and space Thou art my final resting place.
To hope for and always see the best, To love with a heart full of heaven's zest, to help make other's days and lives better, and forever remember the things that most matter.