Lord, Make My Way Prosperous

Father, Make Of Me A Crisis Man. Bring Those I Contact To Decision. Let Me Not Be A Milepost On A Single Road; Make Me A Fork, That Men Must Turn One Way Or Another On Facing Christ In Me.

I Do Not Know How To Make A Man Think Seriously About Sin And Judgment, And Must Look To The Work Of The Holy Spirit For Any Hint Of Such A Working.

He Makes His Ministers A Flame Of Fire. Am I Ignitible? God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of 'other Things.' Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame. But Flame Is Transient, Often Short Lived. Canst Thou Bear This, My Soul - Short Life? ... Make Me Thy Fuel, Flame Of God.

We Are So Utterly Ordinary, So Commonplace, While We Profess To Know A Power The Twentieth Century Does Not Reckon With.... Oh That God Would Make Us Dangerous!

I Many No Longer Depend On Pleasant Impulses To Bring Me Before The Lord. I Must Rather Response To Principles I Know To Be Right, Whether I Feel Them To Be Enjoyable Or Not.