If We Are The Sheep

The Shiny Paint Laid On By Curiosity's Hand Has Worn Off. What Thing Better Can A Man Know Than The Love Of Christ, Which Passes Knowledge?

As Your Life Is In His Hands, So Are The Days Of Your Life. But Don’t Let The Sands Of Time Get Into The Eye Of Your Vision To Reach Those Who Sit In Darkness. They Simply Must Hear.

Father, Let Me Be Weak That I Might Loose My Clutch On Everything Temporal. My Life, My Reputation, My Possessions, Lord, Let Me Loose The Tension Of The Grasping Hand. Even, Father, Would I Lose The Love Of Fondling. How Often I Have Released A Grasp Only To Retain What I Prized By 'harmless' Longing, The Fondling Touch. Rather, Open My Hand To Received The Nail Of Calvary, As Christ's Was Opened- That I, Releasing All, Might Be Released, Unleashed From All That Binds Me Now. He Thought Heaven, Yea, Equality With God, Not A Thing To Be Clutched At. So Let Me Release My Grasp.

God, I Pray Light These Idle Sticks Of My Life And May I Burn Up For Thee.

I Seek Not A Long Life, But A Full One, Like You Lord Jesus.