He Is No Fool Who Parts 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.

Wherever You Are, Be All There! Live To The Hilt Every Situation You Believe To Be The Will Of God.

What Good Are Greek, Commentaries, Insight, Gift, And All The Rest, If There Is No Heart For Christ?

He Is No Fool Who Parts With That Which He Cannot Keep, When He Is Sure To Be Recompensed With That Which He Cannot Lose.

The Sound Of 'gentle Stillness' After All The Thunder And Wind Have Passed Will The Ultimate Word From God.