God Is Still On His Throne, We're

None Of It Gets To Be 'old Stuff', For It Is Christ In Print, The Living Word. We Wouldn't Think Of Rising In The Morning Without A Facewash, But We Often Neglect That Purgative Cleansing Of The Word Of The Lord. It Wakes Us Up To Our Responsibility

Oh, The Fullness, Pleasure, Sheer Excitement Of Knowing God On Earth!

We Are So Utterly Ordinary, So Commonplace, While We Profess To Know A Power The Twentieth Century Does Not Reckon With.... Oh That God Would Make Us Dangerous!

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

Father, Let Me Be Weak That I Might Loose My Clutch On Everything Temporal. My Life, My Reputation, My Possessions, Lord, Let Me Loose The Tension Of The Grasping Hand. Even, Father, Would I Lose The Love Of Fondling. How Often I Have Released A Grasp Only To Retain What I Prized By 'harmless' Longing, The Fondling Touch. Rather, Open My Hand To Received The Nail Of Calvary, As Christ's Was Opened- That I, Releasing All, Might Be Released, Unleashed From All That Binds Me Now. He Thought Heaven, Yea, Equality With God, Not A Thing To Be Clutched At. So Let Me Release My Grasp.