For My Generation I Must Have The

Forgive Me For Being So Ordinary While Claiming To Know So Extraordinary A God.

He Makes His Ministers A Flame Of Fire. Am I Ignitible? God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of 'other Things.' Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame. But Flame Is Transient, Often Short Lived. Canst Thou Bear This, My Soul - Short Life? ... Make Me Thy Fuel, Flame Of God.

Wherever You Are - Be All There.

That Saint Who Advances On His Knees Never Retreats.

Surely Those Who Know The Great Passionate Heart Of Jehovah Must Deny Their Own Loves To Share In The Expression Of His.