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Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.

How Soon Would Faith Freeze Without A Cross!

Your Heart Is Not The Compass That God Steers By.

But The Way To Overcome Is By Patience, Forgiving And Praying For Your Enemies, In Doing Whereof You Heap Coals Upon Their Heads, And Your Lord Shall Open A Door To You In Your Trouble: Wait Upon Him, As The Night Watch Waiteth For The Morning. He Will Not Tarry. Go Up To Your Watch-tower, And Come Not Down, But By Prayer, And Faith, And Hope, Wait On.

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.