Your Heart Is Not The Compass That

After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open Skies.

You Will Not Get To Steal Quietly Into Heaven, Into Christ's Company, Without A Conflict And A Cross. I Find Crosses To Be Christ's Carved Work That He Marks Out For Us And That With Crosses He Portraits Us To His Own Image, Cutting Away Pieces Of Our Ill And Corruption. Lord Cut - Lord Carve - Lord Wound - Lord Do Anything That May Perfect Thy Father's Image In Us And Make Us Ready For Glory.

See That You Buy The Field Where The Pearl Is; Sell All, And Make A Purchase Of Salvation. Think It Not Easy: For It Is A Steep Ascent To Eternal Glory: Many Are Lying Dead By The Way, Slain With Security.

I Assure You By The Lord, Your Adversaries Shall Get No Advantage Against You, Except You Sin, And Offend Your Lord, In Your Sufferings.

Consider, It Is Impossible That Your Idol Sins And You Can Go To Heaven Together; And That Those Who Will Not Part With These Do Not Indeed Love Christ At The Bottom, But Only In Word And Show, Which Will Not Do The Business.