Whisper your worship for undying kings who rule you, tyrannical, like it or not. Faith is not always a matter of ought, Often it's one of those physical things.
Ministers, though, whom you love and elect for wisdom, compassion, and obvious worth should have their praise shouted to ends of the earth Songs and parades accolade their respect,
Beauty and Truth. Let your Laughter and mirth Peal like cathedrals! Your bell-tower rings a call to like minds, it says "My Heart Sings! These are ideals to which I can give berth,
To sleep well at night in the bed that i make." Accept what you're stuck with; adore what you take.