Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

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.

My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep Upon But Omnipotence.

I Hang By A Thread, But It Is (if I May So Speak) Of Christ's Spinning

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.

Howbeit Your Faith Seeth But The Black Side Of Providence, Yet It Hath A Better Side, And God Shall Let You See It. ... “for We Know That All Things Work Together For Good To Them That Love God,” Ergo, Shipwreck, Losses, &c., Work Together For The Good Of Them That Love God: Hence I Infer, That Losses, Disappointments, Ill Tongues, Loss Of Friends, Houses, Or Country, Are God's Workmen, Set On Work To Work Out Good To You, Out Of Everything That Befalleth You.