The Lord Uses His Flail Of Tribulation

What A Fool, Quoth He, Am I, Thus To Lie In A Stinking Dungeon, When I May As Well Walk At Liberty! I Have A Key In My Bosom, Called Promise, That Will, I Am Persuaded, Open Any Lock In Doubting Castle.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flower

He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.

Love Is The Beauty And The Strength Of All Societies And The Great Pleasure Of Our Lives On Earth.