If We Would Talk Less And Pray

It Is Not The Glorious Battlements, The Painted Windows, The Crouching Gargoyles That Support A Building, But The Stones That Lie Unseen In Or Upon The Earth. It Is Often Those Who Are Despised And Trampled On That Bear Up The Weight Of A Whole Nation.

No Heart Can Conceive That Treasury Of Mercies Which Lies In This One Privilege, In Having Liberty And Ability To Approach Unto God At All Times, According To His Mind And Will.

He Can Make The Dry Parched Ground Of My Soul To Become A Pool And My Thirsty Barren Heart As Springs Of Water. Yes He Can Make This Habitation Of Dragons This Heart Which Is So Full Of Abominable Lusts And Fiery Temptations To Be A Place Of Bounty And Fruitfulness Unto Himself

I Do Not Understand How A Man Can Be A True Believer, In Whom Sin Is Not The Greatest Burden, Sorrow And Trouble.

Without A Sincere And Diligent Effort In Every Area Of Obedience, There Will Be No Sucessful Mortification Of Any One Besetting Sin.