It Is True That A Fellow Cannot

I Have Felt The Impact Of Your Prayer In These Past Weeks. I Am Certain Now That Nothing Has Had A More Powerful Infl Uence On This Life Of Mine Than Your Prayers.

Children Are Arrows In A Quiver, And They Are To Be Trained As Missionaries And Shot At The Devil.

Eternity Shall Be At Once A Great Eye-opener And A Great Mouth-shutter.

God Is Still On His Throne, We're Still On His 'footstool,' And There's Only A Knee's Distance Between!

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.