The Bloom Fell Off My

If Ye Never Had A Sick Night And A Pained Soul For Sin, Ye Have Not Yet Lighted Upon Christ.

There Is Nothing That Will Make You A Christian Indeed, But A Taste Of The Sweetness Of Christ.

After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open Skies.

I Assure You By The Lord, Your Adversaries Shall Get No Advantage Against You, Except You Sin, And Offend Your Lord, In Your Sufferings.

The Night Will Close The Door & Fasten My Anchor Within The Veil And I Shall Go Away To Sleep.