When It Comes Time To Die, Make

I Couldn’t Have Asked For More Than God In Deliberate Grace Has Surprised Me With!

Lord, Make My Way Prosperous Not That I Achieve High Station, But That My Life Be An Exhibit To The Value Of Knowing God.

So Many Missionaries, Intent On Doing Something, Forget That His Main Work Is To Make Something Of Them.

Father, Let Me Be Weak That I Might Loose My Clutch On Everything Temporal. My Life, My Reputation, My Possessions, Lord, Let Me Loose The Tension Of The Grasping Hand. Even, Father, Would I Lose The Love Of Fondling. How Often I Have Released A Grasp Only To Retain What I Prized By 'harmless' Longing, The Fondling Touch. Rather, Open My Hand To Received The Nail Of Calvary, As Christ's Was Opened- That I, Releasing All, Might Be Released, Unleashed From All That Binds Me Now. He Thought Heaven, Yea, Equality With God, Not A Thing To Be Clutched At. So Let Me Release My Grasp.

Rest In This - It Is His Business To Lead, Command, Impel, Send, Call... It Is Your Business To Obey, Follow, Move, Respond.