The Bloom Fell Off My Branches And

When We Shall Come Home, And Enter Into The Possession Of Our Brother's Fair Kingdom, And When Our Heads Shall Find The Weight Of The Eternal Crown Of Glory, Then We Shall Look Back To Pains And Sufferings And Then We Will See Life And Sorrow To Be Less Than One Step Or Stride From A Prison To Glory. Our Little Inch Of Time-suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome-home To Heaven.

We Are As Near To Heaven As We Are Far From Self, And Far From The Love Of A Sinful World.

Your Heart Is Not The Compass That God Steers By.

The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints.-

My Desire Is That My Lord Would Give Me Broader And Deeper Thoughts, To Feed Myself With Wondering At His Love.