“You and I are just like a blade of grass sitting here; we are going to wither and die.”

Study the history of revival. God has always sent revival in the darkest days. Oh, for a mighty, sweeping revival today!

You can detect Satan’s schemes and overcome his world system.

Prayer is not just getting ready for Christian service. Prayer is Christian service.

When God begins moving, the devil fires up all his artillery.

It’s a fact of earthly life that when God opens the windows of heaven to bless us, the devil opens the doors of hell to blast us.

The devils more orthodox than some theologians I know.

Part of your quiet time is to get your heart clean and pure.

It is not written to tell us how the heavens go; it is written to tell us how to go to heaven. But when it speaks on science, it is accurate.

Discipline says, ‘I need to.’ Duty says, ‘I ought to.’ Devotion says, ‘I want to.’

Christianity is a love relationship between a child of God and his Maker through the Son Jesus Christ and in the power of the Holy Spirit.

Satan can’t keep God from answering our prayers, but he will keep us from asking.

Two words that will change your life…. Yes Lord!

Come to Jesus. Come to Jesus.

You are not saved by the plan of salvation. You are saved by the man of salvation.

If you take part of the truth, and try to make that part of the truth, all of the truth, then that part of the truth becomes an untruth.

Pastors cannot lead, teach, or preach with anointing and supernatural power without being fully broken and surrendered to the lordship of Christ.

Tories never actually talk about getting rid of their leader, then suddenly there us a flash of steel between he shoulder-blades and rigormortis sets in.

I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. Were all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade…

How can one come to possess great faith? Now listen, here is the answer to that: First, the blade, then the ear, then the full corn in the ear. Faith must grow by soil, moisture, and exercise.

Be humble as the blade of grass that is being trodden underneath the feet. The little ant tastes joyously the sweetness of honey and sugar. The mighty elephant trembles in pain under the agony of sharp god.

No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

I’ve been rapping since I was 18 years old, with a crew called Blades.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.