War For The Sake Of

The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away.

Rough, Boisterous, Stormy And Altogether Warlike, I Am Born To Fight Against Innumerable Monsters And Devils.

When I Was Abandoned By Everybody, In My Greatest Weakness, Trembling And Afraid Of Death, When I Was Persecuted By This Wicked World, Then I Often Felt Most Surely The Divine Power In This Name, Jesus Christ... So, By God's Grace, I Will Live And Die For That Name.

It Is False That The Will, Left To Itself, Can Do Good As Well As Evil, For It Is Not Free, But In Bondage...on The Side Of Man There Is Nothing That Goes Before Grace, Unless It Be Impotency And Even Rebellion.

Believest Thou? Then Thou Wilt Speak Boldly. Speakest Thou Boldy? Then Thou Must Suffer. Sufferest Thou? Then Thou Shalt Be Comforted. For Faith, The Confession Thereof, And The Cross Do Follow One Another.