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Missionaries Are Very Human Folks, Simply A Bunch Of Nobodies Trying To Exalt Somebody.

Birds Are Extremely Valued As Indicators Of Overall Environmental Health. If There's A Problem In A Wild Bird Population, It's Indicative That Something Went Wrong.

The Sound Of 'gentle Stillness' After All The Thunder And Wind Have Passed Will The Ultimate Word From God.

God Is Still On His Throne, We're Still On His 'footstool,' And There's Only A Knee's Distance Between!

He Makes His Ministers A Flame Of Fire. Am I Ignitible? God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of 'other Things.' Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame. But Flame Is Transient, Often Short Lived. Canst Thou Bear This, My Soul - Short Life? ... Make Me Thy Fuel, Flame Of God.