Anger Cannot Rest In The Bosom Where

Christ Died. He Left A Will In Which He Gave His Soul To His Father, His Body To Joseph Of Arimathea, His Clothes To The Soldiers, And His Mother To John. But To His Disciples, Who Had Left All To Follow Him, He Left Not Silver Or Gold, But Something Far Better-his Peace!

Men May Die Like Lambs And Yet Have Their Place Forever With The Goats.

Come, And See The Victories Of The Cross. Christ's Wounds Are Thy Healings, His Agonies Thy Repose, His Conflicts Thy Conquests, His Groans Thy Songs, His Pains Thine Ease, His Shame Thy Glory, His Death Thy Life, His Sufferings Thy Salvation.

Peace Is Such A Precious Jewel That I Would Give Anything For It But Truth.

We Have No Sufficient Strength Of Our Own. All Our Sufficiency Is Of God. We Should Stir Up Ourselves To Resist Temptations In A Reliance Upon God's All-sufficiency And The Omnipotence Of His Might.