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.
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’s jewels are often sent us in rough packages and by dark liveried servants, but within we find the very treasures of the King’s palace and the Bridegroom’s Love.
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.
