It Is The Opener Of The Heart

The Road Of Denial Leads To The Precipice Of Destruction

Some Said, "john, Print It"; Others Said "not So." Some Said, "it Might Do Good"; Others Said, "no."

Fullness To Such A Burden Is That Go On Pilgrimage; Here Little, And Hereafter Bliss, Is Best From Age To Age.

Dost Thou Understand Me, Sinful Soul? He Wrestled With Justice, That Thou Mightest Have Rest; He Wept And Mourned, That Thou Mightest Laugh And Rejoice; He Was Betrayed, That Thou Mightest Go Free; Was Apprehended, That Thou Mightest Escape; He Was Condemned, That Thou Mightest Be Justified; And Was Killed, That Thou Mightest Live; He Wore A Crown Of Thorns, That Thou Mightest Wear A Crown Of Glory; And Was Nailed To The Cross, With His Arms Wide Open, To Show With What Freeness All His Merits Shall Be Bestowed On The Coming Soul; And How Heartily He Will Receive It Into His Bosom?

Run When I Can, Walk When I Cannot Run, And Creep When I Cannot Walk.