God Is Still On His Throne, We're

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

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.

None Of It Gets To Be 'old Stuff', For It Is Christ In Print, The Living Word. We Wouldn't Think Of Rising In The Morning Without A Facewash, But We Often Neglect That Purgative Cleansing Of The Word Of The Lord. It Wakes Us Up To Our Responsibility

I Seek Not A Long Life, But A Full One, Like You Lord Jesus.

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