After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open

No Pen, No Words, No Image Can Express To You The Loveliness Of My Only, Only Lord Jesus.

But The Way To Overcome Is By Patience, Forgiving And Praying For Your Enemies, In Doing Whereof You Heap Coals Upon Their Heads, And Your Lord Shall Open A Door To You In Your Trouble: Wait Upon Him, As The Night Watch Waiteth For The Morning. He Will Not Tarry. Go Up To Your Watch-tower, And Come Not Down, But By Prayer, And Faith, And Hope, Wait On.

If So Be That Freewill Were Our Tutor, And We Had Our Heaven In Our Own Keeping, Then We Would Lose All. But Because We Have Christ For Our Tutor, And He Has Our Heaven In His Hand, Therefore The Covenant It Must Be Perpetual.

Those Who Can Take That Crabbed Tree Handsomely Upon Their Back, And Fasten It On Cannily, Shall Find It Such A Burden As Wings Unto A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship.

Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.