I Am Content With What I Have,

Old Truths Are Always New To Us, If They Come With The Smell Of Heaven Upon Them.

The Swamp Of Despond Is That Place Set Before The Narrow Gate Where True And False Pilgrims Alike Are Assaulted By Their Own Internal Corruption And Pollution. The Dirt And Scum That Has Attached Itself To Our Hearts And Minds Is Agitated And Revealed By Both The Workings Of A Guilty Conscience And The Devouring Avarice Of The Enemy Of Our Souls.the

Fullness To Such A Burden Is That Go On Pilgrimage; Here Little, And Hereafter Bliss, Is Best From Age To Age.

The Fear Of God Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And They That Lack The Beginning Have Neither Middle Nor End

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.