"I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after."

-- Francis Thompson, in "The Hound of Heaven."

"These are written that ye may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye may have life in his name." -- John xx.31.