Desires Going Before Conversion Are Not Such

The Great Master Gardener, The Father Of Our Lord Jesus Christ, In A Wonderful Providence, With His Own Hand, Planted Me Here, Where By His Grace, In This Part Of His Vineyard, I Grow; And Here I Will Abide Till The Great Master Of The Vineyard Think Fit To Transplant Me.

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

After Winter Comes The Summer. After Night Comes The Dawn. And After Every Storm, There Comes Clear, Open Skies.

I Desire Now To Make No More Pleas With Christ; Verily, He Hath Not Put Me To A Loss By What I Suffer; He Oweth Me Nothing; For In My Bonds, How Sweet And Comfortable Have The Thoughts Of Him Been To Me, Wherein I Find A Sufficient Recompense Of Reward!.

You Will Not Get To Steal Quietly Into Heaven, Into Christ's Company, Without A Conflict And A Cross. I Find Crosses To Be Christ's Carved Work That He Marks Out For Us And That With Crosses He Portraits Us To His Own Image, Cutting Away Pieces Of Our Ill And Corruption. Lord Cut - Lord Carve - Lord Wound - Lord Do Anything That May Perfect Thy Father's Image In Us And Make Us Ready For Glory.