Find me the men on earth who care Enough for faith or creed today To seek the barren wilderness For simple liberty to pray

Who waits until the wind shall silent keep, Will never find the ready hour to sow

Motherhood is priced of God, at price no man may dare to lessen or misunderstand.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

I owe a lot to those three men for helping me become the coach I am today. So much of my coaching philosophy is based on what I learned from all of them. They all played a major role in the things I've been able to accomplish.

In the villages and in the wilderness, in the assembly-halls that are upon the earth; in the gatherings, and in the meetings, may we hold forth agreeably to thee!