God, I Pray Light These Idle Sticks

The Shiny Paint Laid On By Curiosity's Hand Has Worn Off. What Thing Better Can A Man Know Than The Love Of Christ, Which Passes Knowledge?

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.

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

Ah, How Many Marahs Have Been Sweetened By A Simple, Satisfying Glimpse Of The Tree And The Love Which Underwent Its Worst Confict There. Yes, The Cross Is The Tree That Sweetens The Waters. 'love Never Faileth.

I Couldn’t Have Asked For More Than God In Deliberate Grace Has Surprised Me With!