After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open

Christ Chargeth Me To Believe His Daylight At Midnight.

I Live No More, But Christ Liveth In Me!

To Believe Christ's Cross To Be A Friend, As He Himself Is A Friend, Is Also A Special Act Of Faith

Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.

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