Wherever You Are, Be All

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.

Why Do You Need A Voice When You Have A Verse?

Those Whimpering Stateside Young People Will Wake Up On The Day Of Judgment Condemned To Worse Fates Than These Demon-fearing Indians, Because, Having A Bible, They Were Bored With It - While These Never Heard Of Such A Thing As Writing.

Desire Is The Putting Of My Will Into God’s Concern. It’s Not A Passive, Sitting Back In Your Easy Chair, Folding Your Arms Sort Of Thing, Which Says, 'well, I’m Willing, If God Would Only Give Me A Good Swift Kick And Send Me.' That’s Willingness All Right. But God Doesn’t Want Willingness, He Wants Will! He Wants Your Will Put Behind Those Desires.

I Couldn’t Have Asked For More Than God In Deliberate Grace Has Surprised Me With!