I Wish Thy Lot, Now Bad, Still

Sin Will Be Always Acting, If We Be Not Always Mortifying, We Are Lost Creatures.

Selfishness Is The Making A Man's Self His Own Centre, The Beginning And End Of All He Doeth.

That Wisdom Which Cannot Teach Me That God Is Love, Shall Ever Pass For Folly.

When We Realize A Constant Enemy Of The Soul Abides Within Us, What Diligence And Watchfulness We Should Have! How Woeful Is The Sloth And Negligence Then Of So Many Who Live Blind And Asleep To This Reality Of Sin. There Is An Exceeding Efficacy Nad Power In The Indwelling Sin Of Believers, For It Constantly Inclines Itself Towards Evil. We Need To Be Awake, Then, If Our Hearts Would Know The Ways Of God. Our Enemy Is Not Only Upon Us, As It Was With Samson, But It Is Also In Us.

I Wish Thy Lot, Now Bad, Still Worse, My Friend, For When At Worst, They Say, Things Always Mend.