Why Do You Need A Voice When

The Will Of God Is Sweet Tonight, Altogether ‘good And Acceptable And Perfect.’ The Considerate Love Of The Lord Jesus For Us Seems Such A Kind Thing Now. I Know It Has Always Been So, But Somehow I Didn’t See How Wise It Was When It Didn’t Seem Kind… Remind Me Of This When I Cannot Regard His Love As Considerate Some Time.

Oh, The Fullness, Pleasure, Sheer Excitement Of Knowing God On Earth! I Care Not If I Never Raise My Voice Again For Him, If Only I May Love Him, Please Him. Mayhap In Mercy He Shall Give Me A Host Of Children That I May Lead Them Through The Vast Star Fields To Explore His Delicacies Whose Finger Ends Set Them To Burning. But If Not, If Only I May See Him, Touch His Garments, Smile Into His Eyes - Ah Then, Not Stars Nor Children Shall Matter, Only Himself.

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.

I Have Had To Make A Cross Of Two Logs, And Lie Down On It, To Show The Indians What It Means To Crucify A Man.

Forgive Me For Being So Ordinary While Claiming To Know So Extraordinary A God.