I Live Because I Am

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.

Their Bodies Will Be Raised From The Dead As Vessels For The Soul-vessels Of Wrath. The Soul Will Breathe Hell-fire, And Smoke And Coal Will Seem To Hang Upon Its Burning Lips, Yea The Face, Eyes, And Ears Will Seem To Be Chimneys And Vents For The Flame, And The Smoke Of The Burning , Which God, By His Breath, Hath Kindled Therein, And Upon, Them, Which Will Be Held One In Another, To The Great Torment And Distress Of Each Other.

Knock, And It Shall Be Opened Unto You.

He That Is Down Needs Fear No Fall. He That Is Low, No Pride; He That Is Humble, Ever Shall Have God To Be His Guide.

…just As Christian Came Up To The Cross, His Burden Loosed From Off His Shoulders, Fell From Off His Back, And Began To Tumble Down The Hill, And So It Continued To Do Till It Came To The Mouth Of The Sepulchre. There It Fell In, And I Saw It No More!