Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows

Well's Them Who Are Under Crosses, And Christ Says To Them, "half Mine."

The Cross Of Christ Is The Sweetest Burden That I Ever Bore; It Is Such A Burden As Wings Are To A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship, To Carry Me Forward To My Harbor.

There Is As Much In Our Lord's Pantry As Will Satisfy All His Children And As Much Wine In His Cellar As Will Quench All Their Thirst. Hunger On, For There Is Meat In Hungering For Christ; Go Never From Him, But Seek Him Who Is Yet Pleased With The Importunity Of Hungry Souls Until He Fills You; If He Delays, Yet Do Not Go Away, Even If You Faint At His Feet.

If So Be That Freewill Were Our Tutor, And We Had Our Heaven In Our Own Keeping, Then We Would Lose All. But Because We Have Christ For Our Tutor, And He Has Our Heaven In His Hand, Therefore The Covenant It Must Be Perpetual.

Let Your Children Be As So Many Flowers, Borrowed From God. If The Flowers Die Or Wither, Thank God For A Summer Loan Of Them.