Pray, always pray; beneath sins heaviest load, Prayer claims the blood from Jesus’ side that flowed. Pray, always pray; though weary, faint, and lone, Prayer nestles by the Father’s sheltering throne.
Prayer is the ascending vapor which supplies The showers of blessing, and the stream that flows Through earth’s dry places, till on every side “The wilderness shall blossom as the rose.
The Holy Spirit is just as truly in us when He makes no sign as when the fountains of joy are overflowing, or the waters of peace are softly refreshing our weary and troubled heart.
God is not looking for extraordinary characters as His instruments, but He is looking for humble instruments through whom He can be honored throughout the ages.
When I cannot understand my Father’s leading, And it seems to be but hard and cruel fate, Still I hear that gentle whisper ever pleading, God is working, God is faithful-Only wait.
