Every Drop Of Rain Hits Its Appointed

Our Work Is Great; Our Time Is Short; The Consequences Of Our Labors Are Infinite.

Every Drop Of Rain Hits Its Appointed Target.

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus... The Rock On Which I Build, My Shield And Hiding Place, My Never Failing Treasury, Filled With Boundless Stores Of Grace.

A Bowler Can Make Or Break A Chap.

There Are Many Who Stumble In The Noon-day, Not For Want Of Light, But For Want Of Eyes.