There Isn't A Tree To Hang A

What Is All Our Histories, But God Showing Himself, Shaking And Trampling On Everything That He Has Not Planted.

Who Can Love To Walk In The Dark? But Providence Doth Often So Dispose.

It's A Blessed Thing To Die Daily. For What Is There In This World To Be Accounted Of! The Best Men According To The Flesh, And Things, Are Lighter Than Vanity. I Find This Only Good, To Love The Lord And His Poor Despised People, To Do For Them And To Be Ready To Suffer With Them....and He That Is Found Worthy Of This Hath Obtained Great Favour From The Lord; And He That Is Established In This Shall ( Being Conformed To Christ And The Rest Of The Body) Participate In The Glory Of A Resurrection Which Will Answer All.

Weeds And Nettles, Briars And Thorns, Have Thriven Under Your Shadow, Dissettlement And Division, Discontentment And Dissatisfaction, Together With Real Dangers To The Whole.

You Have Sat Too Long For Any Good You Have Been Doing. Depart, I Say, And Let Us Have Done With You. In The Name Of God, Go!