Every Tear Of Sorrow Sown

The Beauty Of Holiness Is That Which The Grave, That Consumes All Other Beauty, Cannot Touch, Or Do Any Damage To.

Come, And See The Victories Of The Cross. Christ's Wounds Are Thy Healings, His Agonies Thy Repose, His Conflicts Thy Conquests, His Groans Thy Songs, His Pains Thine Ease, His Shame Thy Glory, His Death Thy Life, His Sufferings Thy Salvation.

God's Promises Are To Be Our Pleas In Prayer.

God Took Eve From The Side Of Adam, Not From His Foot To Be His Menial Or Slave Or Servant, Not From His Head To Be His Mental Superior, And Did Take Him From That Which Is Nearest His Heart, That He Might Love Her, And That Which Is Under His Arm, That He Might Protect Her.

None So Blind, So Deaf, As Those That Will Not Hear, That Will Not See.