When Satan Tells Me I Am A

I Have Grounded My Preaching Upon The Literal Word; He That Pleases May Follow Me; He That Will Not May Stay.

All The Cunning Of The Devil Is Exercised In Trying To Tear Us Away From The Word.

Dearest Jesus, Holy Child, Make Thee A Bed, Soft, Undefiled, Within My Heart, That It May Be A Quiet Chamber Kept For Thee.

Idiots, The Lame, The Blind, The Dumb, Are Men In Whom The Devils Have Established Themselves: And All The Physicians Who Heal These Infirmities, As Though They Proceeded From Natural Causes, Are Ignorant Blockheads.

Take This To Heart And Doubt Not That You Are The One Who Killed Christ. Your Sins Certainly Did, And When You See The Nails Driven Through His Hands, Be Sure That You Are Pondering, And When The Thorns Pierce His Brow, Know That They Are Your Evil Thoughts.