My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The

The Bloom Fell Off My Branches And Joy Did Cast Off Its Flower

It Is The Lord's Kindness That He Will Take The Scum Off Us In The Fire. Who Know How Needful Winnowing Is To Us And What Dross We Have Before We Enter The Kingdom Of God? So Narrow Is The Entry To Heaven That Our Knots, Lumps Of Pride, Self-love, Idol-love, And World-love Must Be Hammered Off Us, That We May Stoop Low And Creep Through Into That Narrow Entry.

Set No Time To The Lord The Creator Of Time, For His Time Is Always Best.

It Is Comfort To The Believer That All Things Are Possible.

My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The Wind On Your Face For Christ.