The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass within the garden's gate Must kneel alone in darkness there, And battle with some fierce despair. God pity those who cannot say 'Not mine but thine' who only pray 'Let this cup pass,' and cannot see The purpose in Gethsemane. All paths which have been or must be, Must pass through Gethsemane. All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass somewhere through the garden's gate. Must kneel alone in darkness there, And deal with some fierce despair. God pity those who cannot say, 'Not mine, but shine,' who only pray 'Let this cup pass,' and cannot see The purpose of Gethsemane.
So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
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