I Many No Longer Depend On Pleasant

No One Warns Young People To Follow Adam's Example. He Waited Till God Saw His Need. Then God Made Adam Sleep, Prepared For His Mate, And Brought Her To Him.

I Have Prayed For New Men, Fiery, Reckless Men, Possessed Of Uncontrollably Youthful Passion-these Lit By The Spirit Of God. I Have Prayed For New Words, Explosive, Direct, Simple Words. I Have Prayed For New Miracles. Explaining Old Miracles Will Not Do. If God Is To Be Known As The God Who Does Wonders In Heaven And Earth, Then God Must Produce For This Generation. Lord, Fill Preachers And Preaching With Thy Power. How Long Dare We Go On Without Tears, Without Moral Passions, Hatred And Love? Not Long, I Pray, Lord Jesus, Not Long.

I Many No Longer Depend On Pleasant Impulses To Bring Me Before The Lord. I Must Rather Response To Principles I Know To Be Right, Whether I Feel Them To Be Enjoyable Or Not.

The Will Of God Is Sweet Tonight, Altogether ‘good And Acceptable And Perfect.’ The Considerate Love Of The Lord Jesus For Us Seems Such A Kind Thing Now. I Know It Has Always Been So, But Somehow I Didn’t See How Wise It Was When It Didn’t Seem Kind… Remind Me Of This When I Cannot Regard His Love As Considerate Some Time.

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.