I Hang By A Thread, But It

We Are As Near To Heaven As We Are Far From Self, And Far From The Love Of A Sinful World.

But The Way To Overcome Is By Patience, Forgiving And Praying For Your Enemies, In Doing Whereof You Heap Coals Upon Their Heads, And Your Lord Shall Open A Door To You In Your Trouble: Wait Upon Him, As The Night Watch Waiteth For The Morning. He Will Not Tarry. Go Up To Your Watch-tower, And Come Not Down, But By Prayer, And Faith, And Hope, Wait On.

I Urge You A Nearer Communion With Christ, And A Growing Communion. There Are Curtains To Be Opened In Christ That We Have Never Seen Before... Therefore Dig Deep, And Sweat, And Labor. Take Pains For Him, And Set Aside As Much Time As You Can In Each Day For Him.

Why Should I Tremble At The Plough Of My Lord, That Maketh Deep Furrows On My Soul? I Know He Is No Idle Husbandman, He Purposeth A Crop.

Ye Have Lost A Child--nay, She Is Not Lost To You, Who Is Found To Christ; She Is Not Sent Away, But Only Sent Before; Like Unto A Star, Which Going Out Of Our Sight, Doth Not Die And Vanish, But Shineth In Another Hemisphere.