We Serve A Gracious Master Who Knows

The Best Advice I Can Give You: Look Unto Jesus, Beholding His Beauty In The Written Word.

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus... The Rock On Which I Build, My Shield And Hiding Place, My Never Failing Treasury, Filled With Boundless Stores Of Grace.

I Make It A Rule Of Christian Duty Never To Go To A Place Where There Is Not Room For My Master As Well As Myself.

Every Drop Of Rain Hits Its Appointed Target.

Our Work Is Great; Our Time Is Short; The Consequences Of Our Labors Are Infinite.