My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep

Set No Time To The Lord The Creator Of Time, For His Time Is Always Best.

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

My Dear Brother, Let God Make Of You What He Will, He Will End All With Consolation, And Shall Make Glory Out Of Your Suffering.

Grow As A Palm-tree On God's Mount Zion; Howbeit Shaken With Winds, Yet The Root Is Fast.

I Urge You A Nearer Communion With Christ, And A Growing Communion. There Are Curtains To Be Opened In Christ That We Have Never Seen Before... Therefore Dig Deep, And Sweat, And Labor. Take Pains For Him, And Set Aside As Much Time As You Can In Each Day For Him.