As Your Faith Is, Such Your Hope

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

Therefore, I Bind These Lies And Slanderous Accusations To My Person As An Ornament; It Belongs To My Christian Profession To Be Vilified, Slandered, Reproached And Reviled, And Since All This Is Nothing But That, As God And My Conscience Testify, I Rejoice In Being Reproached For Christ's Sake.

You Have Chosen The Roughest Road, But It Leads Straight To The Hilltops.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flower

It Is The Opener Of The Heart Of God, And A Means By Which The Soul, Though Empty, Is Filled.