A set of principle questions chosen by a grid, alternating a set of players for an ultimate debate.
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THE GALLERY
Immerse into this vivacious garden of thought, a schoolhouse of good knowledge, a library of artful literature, carefully packaged into what I call my alabaster box. Explore!
Prayers whisper in the aroma of one tongue: "Dear Heavenly Father." That lovely word "Dear": He to Whom we address with reverence and awe. Is not He beyond the marvelous? Yet every prayer begins the same: "Lord, please..." -- amongst these: "Forgive me," "Bless me," "Cleanse me." There is no joy in sin. Herein lies the record of the sinner's plea: "Forgive me," "I'm sorry," "Thank You." Every day. The sinner's prayer is, "Lord, give me temperance," and so henceforth
The Lord is my joy, why doth my heart cry out? The Lord is my contentment when my heart is sad. The Lord is my satisfaction when my lungs sigh. I hope for Him in the morning, when the grass is withered, and the cold of night compasseth me round about. He heareth my groanings, when my spirit cries Alas! He heareth my moanings, when my spirit weeps aloud. Selah. Turn ye unto the Lord, O Israel, and let your voice be lift up, ye children of Joseph and Judah. He will carry me upo
