The Heart Must Be Beaten Or Bruised,

Prayer Is A Shield To The Soul

As Your Faith Is, Such Your Hope Will Be. Hope Is Never Ill When Faith Is Well, Nor Strong If Faith Be Weak.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.

Christ Is The Desire Of Nations, The Joy Of Angels, The Delight Of The Father. What Solace Then Must That Soul Be Filled With, That Has The Possession Of Him To All Eternity!

Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright Bring None.