Airs drift across the twilight border land,
Odored with life;
. . . whispers to my heart are blown
That fill me with a joy I cannot speak,
Yea, from whose shadow words drop faint and weak.
- George MacDonald
I am the Gate. Anyone who goes through me will be cared for --
will freely go in and out, and find pasture. . . . I came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of.
- John 10:9-10
