Build Your Nest In No

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways

The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is Like Wind And Sails To The Soul.

The Secret Formula Of The Saints: When I Am In The Cellar Of Affliction, I Look For The Lord's Choicest Wines.

Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

No Pen, No Words, No Image Can Express To You The Loveliness Of My Only, Only Lord Jesus.