That Saint Who Advances On His Knees

Father, Let Me Be Weak That I Might Loose My Clutch On Everything Temporal. My Life, My Reputation, My Possessions, Lord, Let Me Loose The Tension Of The Grasping Hand. Even, Father, Would I Lose The Love Of Fondling. How Often I Have Released A Grasp Only To Retain What I Prized By 'harmless' Longing, The Fondling Touch. Rather, Open My Hand To Received The Nail Of Calvary, As Christ's Was Opened- That I, Releasing All, Might Be Released, Unleashed From All That Binds Me Now. He Thought Heaven, Yea, Equality With God, Not A Thing To Be Clutched At. So Let Me Release My Grasp.

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.

Birds Are Extremely Valued As Indicators Of Overall Environmental Health. If There's A Problem In A Wild Bird Population, It's Indicative That Something Went Wrong.

As Your Life Is In His Hands, So Are The Days Of Your Life. But Don’t Let The Sands Of Time Get Into The Eye Of Your Vision To Reach Those Who Sit In Darkness. They Simply Must Hear.

I Do Not Know How To Make A Man Think Seriously About Sin And Judgment, And Must Look To The Work Of The Holy Spirit For Any Hint Of Such A Working.