Our lives are as the delicate time, just after the winning of a war. We have won and we celebrate but we do so amidst danger. This is our tension. We seek to live and love in the safety of peace. One's guidance is priceless. In what form is it palatable, though? In what form does guidance turn to use and then shine the useful path?Love Cry Stand Higher is quickly becoming known as the definitive 'Apostle Jostle.' See why resurrecting your laugh and stringing together thrill is encouraged at the wedding of health to wisdom. Help yourself to the holy grail of all favors, eternal well-being. Enjoy this poignant, poetic, perspective of our lives. For renewal, this book is effective. Use it, well. Marvel under the wing of the father of the bride. Springing wings, his blessing and wedding toast enlighten. Marriage is the perfect metaphor for deliverance. Quest to ascend, receive the trinity, don the armor of God and string a ring to assist in sin's battle. Lust, pride and remorse detract from our health.Whether Catholic, Christian, Protestant, Lutheran, Methodist, Reformed, Adventist, Pentecostal, Apostolic, Anglican, Orthodox, undecided or non-denominational, all wish for healing and true health. Consider virtue, kindness, strength, joy, triumph, meekness, grace, self-control, gratitude, protection, unselfishness, pardon, shelter, guidance, provision, humility, ability, goodness, confidence, faith, service, fellowship, righteousness and love. Expand usefulness toward the truth. Heal, recover, cure, fix, renew, restore, revive, mend, recoup, gain, grow, overcome, rebound, recuperate, revitalize, bounce back, get better and start again. I sing, all these praises often. Be well. For those unable to resist the last page, I penned one for just such an occasion. Sample if you dare, sing if you don't, either way, here I am: You're taking a little look at the very last page of this little book. If you please, you may see a little gobbledygook. Yet, this page is not the last page. I hid it in a little nook. You may want to have another look to enliven this welcomed book. If this was the very last page, I'd write about a clever sage. A colossal little man, an apostle of a brilliant plan. He thought he'd take a little look at the very last page of every book then he'd be the smartest man around, having the wisdom of all reknown. Years later, I asked as a friend, "What was the greatest thing, ever penned?" Adept was his reply. He said it was anything advancing 'Why.' I then, asked "Why grasp for the wind?" He just, winked and then we grinned. To disencumber one's health, one's soul, accept what one cannot control. Determined, one unhooks through the liberty of books. Pretend to be a little turkey giving thanks to colossal cooks. Our woe achieves our glory. Use pressure for the jeweled look. Castigate your own story. That's how one loosens hooks. Vie to try the 'try.' Vie to cry the 'cry.' Cry to scythe the 'sigh.' By the by, goodbye.