What God Says Is Best, Is Best,

There Is A Warning Here For True Pilgrims. Beware Of The Talker, But Also Be Careful Not To Judge Too Quickly Those Whom God Has Blessed With Both Genuine Grace And A Fluency To Speak Of Divine Mercy In Ways More Eloquent Than Others. The Proof Is In The Life-not A Perfect Life, But A Life That Both Delights In Divine Truth And Magnifies God, The Only Giver Of The Sovereign Grace That Always Produces The Truly Fruitful, Fragrant Life.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flower

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

Faith Is A Fruit, Work, Or Gift Of The Spirit Of God, Whereby A Poor Soul Is Enabled Through The Mighty Operation Of God, In A Sense Of Its Sins And Wretched Estate To Lay Hold On The Righteousness, Blood, Death, Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession, And Coming Again Of The Son Of God Which Was Crucified Without The Gates Of Jerusalem, For Eternal Life.

I Seek A Place That Can Never Be Destroyed, One That Is Pure, And That Fadeth Not Away, And It Is Laid Up In Heaven, And Safe There, To Be Given, At The Time Appointed, To Them That Seek It With All Their Heart. Read It So, If You Will, In My Book.