Unless it may be writ
God cureth care by care.
So one in prison thrust;
He ages span by span,
But in the prison dust
Becomes a better man.
So one is blind from birth;
All day he sitteth still;
He cannot see the earth,
But heaven when he will.
Unless it may be writ
God cureth care by care.
So one in prison thrust;
He ages span by span,
But in the prison dust
Becomes a better man.
So one is blind from birth;
All day he sitteth still;
He cannot see the earth,
But heaven when he will.