“Souls in heathen darkness lying, where no light has broken through, souls that Jesus bought by dying, whom his soul in travail knew.... Haste, o haste and spread the tidings, let no shore be left untrod, no lost brother's bitter chidings haunt us from the further sod; tell the heathen all the precious truths of God.” SoulLightLyingJesusLostLeftDarknessDyingBrotherBrokenSpreadBitterShoreHasteHeathenTidingsTruth Of GodSodLost Brother Author:Cecil Frances Alexander
“Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!” MotherLiteratureEnemySonBrotherKingsBitter Author:Honore de Balzac