But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You

Faith Is A Fruit, Work, Or Gift Of The Spirit Of God, Whereby A Poor Soul Is Enabled Through The Mighty Operation Of God, In A Sense Of Its Sins And Wretched Estate To Lay Hold On The Righteousness, Blood, Death, Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession, And Coming Again Of The Son Of God Which Was Crucified Without The Gates Of Jerusalem, For Eternal Life.

He Hath Given Me Rest By His Sorrow, And Life By His Death.

There Is Enough Sin In My Best Prayer To Send The Whole World To Hell.

The Best Prayer I Ever Prayed Had Enough Sin To Damn The Whole World.

Then I Saw That There Was A Way To Hell, Even From The Gates Of Heaven.