Children Are Arrows In A Quiver, And

Oh, The Fullness, Pleasure, Sheer Excitement Of Knowing God On Earth! I Care Not If I Never Raise My Voice Again For Him, If Only I May Love Him, Please Him. Mayhap In Mercy He Shall Give Me A Host Of Children That I May Lead Them Through The Vast Star Fields To Explore His Delicacies Whose Finger Ends Set Them To Burning. But If Not, If Only I May See Him, Touch His Garments, Smile Into His Eyes - Ah Then, Not Stars Nor Children Shall Matter, Only Himself.

God Is Still On His Throne, We're Still On His 'footstool,' And There's Only A Knee's Distance Between!

I Couldn’t Have Asked For More Than God In Deliberate Grace Has Surprised Me With!

God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of “other Things.” Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame.

Lord, Make My Way Prosperous Not That I Achieve High Station, But That My Life Be An Exhibit To The Value Of Knowing God.