Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are

My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The Wind On Your Face For Christ.

Let Your Children Be As So Many Flowers, Borrowed From God. If The Flowers Die Or Wither, Thank God For A Summer Loan Of Them.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.

Christ Seeketh Your Help In Your Place; Give Him Your Hand.

If So Be That Freewill Were Our Tutor, And We Had Our Heaven In Our Own Keeping, Then We Would Lose All. But Because We Have Christ For Our Tutor, And He Has Our Heaven In His Hand, Therefore The Covenant It Must Be Perpetual.