Let Not Our Longing Slay The Appetite

As Your Life Is In His Hands, So Are The Days Of Your Life. But Don’t Let The Sands Of Time Get Into The Eye Of Your Vision To Reach Those Who Sit In Darkness. They Simply Must Hear.

He Makes His Ministers A Flame Of Fire. Am I Ignitible? God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of 'other Things.' Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame. But Flame Is Transient, Often Short Lived. Canst Thou Bear This, My Soul - Short Life? ... Make Me Thy Fuel, Flame Of God.

God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of “other Things.” Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame.

Missionaries Are Very Human Folks, Simply A Bunch Of Nobodies Trying To Exalt Somebody.

It Makes Me Boil When I Think Of The Power We Profess And The Utter Impotency Of Our Action. Believers Who Know One-tenth As Much As We Do Are Doing One-hundred Times More For God, With His Blessing And Our Criticism. Oh If I Could Write It, Preach It, Say It, Paint It, Anything At All, If Only God's Power Would Become Known Among Us.