Missionaries Are Very Human Folks,

Eternity Shall Be At Once A Great Eye-opener And A Great Mouth-shutter.

I Seek Not A Long Life, But A Full One, Like You Lord Jesus.

God, I Pray Thee, Light These Idle Sticks Of My Life And May I Burn For Thee. Consume My Life, My God, For It Is Thine. I Seek Not A Long Life, But A Full One, Like You, Lord Jesus.

The Will Of God Is Sweet Tonight, Altogether ‘good And Acceptable And Perfect.’ The Considerate Love Of The Lord Jesus For Us Seems Such A Kind Thing Now. I Know It Has Always Been So, But Somehow I Didn’t See How Wise It Was When It Didn’t Seem Kind… Remind Me Of This When I Cannot Regard His Love As Considerate Some Time.

Father, Let Me Be Weak That I Might Loose My Clutch On Everything Temporal. My Life, My Reputation, My Possessions, Lord, Let Me Loose The Tension Of The Grasping Hand. Even, Father, Would I Lose The Love Of Fondling. How Often I Have Released A Grasp Only To Retain What I Prized By 'harmless' Longing, The Fondling Touch. Rather, Open My Hand To Received The Nail Of Calvary, As Christ's Was Opened- That I, Releasing All, Might Be Released, Unleashed From All That Binds Me Now. He Thought Heaven, Yea, Equality With God, Not A Thing To Be Clutched At. So Let Me Release My Grasp.