That Saint Who Advances On His Knees

Father, Take My Life, Yea, My Blood If Thou Wilt, And Consume It With Thine Enveloping Fire. I Would Not Save It, For It Is Not Mine To Save. Have It Lord, Have It All. Pour Out My Life As An Oblation For The World. Blood Is Only Of Value As It Flows Before Thine Altar

As Your Life Is In His Hands, So Are The Days Of Your Life. But Don’t Let The Sands Of Time Get Into The Eye Of Your Vision To Reach Those Who Sit In Darkness. They Simply Must Hear.

I Do Not Know How To Make A Man Think Seriously About Sin And Judgment, And Must Look To The Work Of The Holy Spirit For Any Hint Of Such A Working.

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.

Surely Those Who Know The Great Passionate Heart Of Jehovah Must Deny Their Own Loves To Share In The Expression Of His.