I Was No Longer The Centre Of

Christ Is The Morning Star, Who, When The Night Of This World Is Past, Gives To His Saints The Promise Of The Light Of Life, And Opens Everlasting Day.

And I Pray Thee, Loving Jesus, That As Thou Hast Graciously Given Me To Drink In With Delight The Words Of Thy Knowledge, So Thou Wouldst Mercifully Grant Me To Attain One Day To Thee, The Fountain Of All Wisdom And To Appear Forever Before Thy Face.

The Inspiration Came Suddenly Again To Surrender To The Mother. It Was Quite Unexpected: And So Somehow I Made A Surrender To The Mother. Then I Had An Experience Of Overwhelming Love. Waves Of Love Sort Of Flowed Into Me.

If History Records Good Things About Good People, The Thoughtful Hearer Is Encouraged To Imitate What Is Good; Or If It Records The Evil Of Wicked People, The Godly Listener Or Reader Is Encouraged To Avoid All That Is Sinful And Bad, And To Do What He Knows To Be Good And Pleasing To God.

All The Ways Of This World Are As Fickle And Unstable As A Sudden Storm At Sea.