Your Heart Is Not The Compass That

If Ye Never Had A Sick Night And A Pained Soul For Sin, Ye Have Not Yet Lighted Upon Christ.

Build Your Nest In No Tree Here...for The Lord Of The Forest Has Condemned The Whole Woods To Be Demolished.

The Weightiest End Of The Cross Of Christ That Is Laid Upon You, Lieth Upon Your Strong Savior.

Many Are Friends To The Success Of Reformation, Not To Reformation.

The Bloom Fell Off My Branches And Joy Did Cast Off Its Flower