Comments about Rebekah Hyneman
Oh, thou Eternal and Omnipotent!
How shall thy erring children come to Thee.
And ask for peace? Although the head be bent,
Even as a bulrush, ’tis but a mockery
If the dark, sin-struck heart still cling to earth,
Still makes its idol of the world’s frail clay,
And the pure, glorious soul forget its birth,
Before the glittering bubble of a day
Or if a spark of hatred linger still
Against a brother, sinful though he be,
Oh, Thou in Heaven, how shall we come to Thee
Vain are the words that spring with empty sound,
While the insensate heart betrays no ...