Father, take my life, yea, my blood if Thou wilt, and consume it with Thine enveloping fire. I would not save it, for it is not mine to save. Have it Lord, have it all. Pour out my life as an oblation for the world. Blood is only of value as it flows before Thine altar

None of it gets to be 'old stuff', for it is Christ in print, the Living Word. We wouldn't think of rising in the morning without a facewash, but we often neglect that purgative cleansing of the Word of the Lord. It wakes us up to our responsibility

Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.

Children are arrows in a quiver, and they are to be trained as missionaries and shot at the Devil.

If we are the sheep of His pasture, remember that sheep are headed for the altar.

Grieve not, then, if your sons seem to desert you, but rejoice, rather, seeing the will of God done gladly.

God is still on His throne, we're still on His 'footstool,' and there's only a knee's distance between!