Christ Seeketh Your Help In Your Place;

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways

My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The Wind On Your Face For Christ.

It Is Comfort To The Believer That All Things Are Possible.

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

Heaven Is A House Full Of Miracles; Yea, Of Spectacles And Images Of Free Grace.