“And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming with a loud voice, ‘Who is worthy to open the scroll and break its seals?’” A pagan who worships dead gods and demons The son of troy is nowhere to be seen Lust for power, led by vain philosophies and evils The son of Greece is nowhere to
Like Paul of old I got life in my soul, put off the old, crucified to the world. This is definitive but there is the progressive, and with holiness I intend to be aggressive. I want to be purer than a Puritan, and dead to sin like perfect tense. My members yield as instruments, not
Where I've been, what I saw, where I want to be.
In You I trust, Father, I know You to be true. Your word can and has and, I trust, will still conquer this backward heart and mind. Make me repose upon Christ always, lean against His bosom, sense the spiritual communion in Him.
With weariness of heart I cast my gaze, Soul grieved at all the want around me see;
The ancient wisdom. Salvation. You.
The Apostle John received something from the Lord Jesus that he shares with Christians in his first epistle. We are little children. John may be, in a sense, a sort of spiritual father to the church. This tenderness for the flock in his care is what he learned from God, and John shares it with the children of God.
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. (James 4:14) Daniel chapter 10.
Normalness in the Christian life is often bitter, often sweet. Failure and success often hinge on motivation.
Bitter age gives way to glory, but we live in this present bitter age and it has tainted me, and probably you too.
