They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

After Winter Comes The Summer. After Night Comes The Dawn. And After Every Storm, There Comes Clear, Open Skies.

If Christ Jesus Be The Periode, The End And The Lodging-home At The End Of Your Journey, There Is No Fear Ye Go To A Friend . . . Ye May Look Death In The Face With Joy.

Show Yourself A Christian By Suffering Without Murmuring. In Patience Possess Your Soul - They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

Those Who Can Take That Crabbed Tree Handsomely Upon Their Back, And Fasten It On Cannily, Shall Find It Such A Burden As Wings Unto A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship.

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways