The Shiny Paint Laid On By Curiosity's

God Always Gives His Best To Those Who Leave The Choice With Him.

For My Generation I Must Have The Oracles Of God In Fresh Terms.

The Will Of God Is Always A Bigger Thing Than We Bargain For.

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.

Dreams Are Tawdry When Compared With The Leading Of God, And Not Worthy Of The Aura Of Wonder We Usually Surround Them With. God Only Doeth Wonders. He Does Nothing Else. His Hand Can Work Nothing Less.