For My Generation I Must Have The

Children Are Arrows In A Quiver, And They Are To Be Trained As Missionaries And Shot At The Devil.

Father, Make Of Me A Crisis Man. Bring Those I Contact To Decision. Let Me Not Be A Milepost On A Single Road; Make Me A Fork, That Men Must Turn One Way Or Another On Facing Christ In Me.

Wherever You Are - Be All There.

Those Whimpering Stateside Young People Will Wake Up On The Day Of Judgment Condemned To Worse Fates Than These Demon-fearing Indians, Because, Having A Bible, They Were Bored With It - While These Never Heard Of Such A Thing As Writing.

God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of “other Things.” Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame.