It's Hard To Steer A Parked Car.

Father, Take My Life, Yea, My Blood If Thou Wilt, And Consume It With Thine Enveloping Fire. I Would Not Save It, For It Is Not Mine To Save. Have It Lord, Have It All. Pour Out My Life As An Oblation For The World. Blood Is Only Of Value As It Flows Before Thine Altar

I Have Had To Make A Cross Of Two Logs, And Lie Down On It, To Show The Indians What It Means To Crucify A Man.

Eternity Shall Be At Once A Great Eye-opener And A Great Mouth-shutter.

God, I Pray Light These Idle Sticks Of My Life And May I Burn Up For Thee.

It Makes Me Boil When I Think Of The Power We Profess And The Utter Impotency Of Our Action. Believers Who Know One-tenth As Much As We Do Are Doing One-hundred Times More For God, With His Blessing And Our Criticism. Oh If I Could Write It, Preach It, Say It, Paint It, Anything At All, If Only God's Power Would Become Known Among Us.