All This Has Been My Fault.

We Poor Sinners Need To Come Back From Our Wanderings To Seek Pardon Through The All-sufficient Merits Of Our Redeemer. And We Need To Pray Earnestly For The Power Of The Holy Spirit To Give Us A Precious Revival In Our Hearts And Among The Unconverted.

Let Us Pray For Ourselves, That We May Not Lose The Word “concern” Out Of Our Christian Vocabulary. Let Us Pray For Our Nation. Let Us Pray For Those Who Have Never Known Jesus Christ And Redeeming Love, For Moral Forces Everywhere, For Our National Leaders. Let Prayer Be Our Passion. Let Prayer Be Our Practice.

Without Music, We Wouldn't Have An Army.

Shake Off Those Gloomy Feelings. Drive Them Away. Fix Your Mind And Pleasures Upon What Is Before You.all Is Bright If You Will Think It So. All Is Happy If You Will Make It So. Do Not Dream. It Is Too Ideal, Too Imaginary. Dreaming By Day, I Mean. Live In The World You Inhabit. Look Upon Things As They Are. Take Them As You Find Them. Make The Best Of Them. Turn Them To Your Advantage.

It's The Loneliest Feeling In The World-to Find Yourself Standing Up When Everybody Else Is Sitting Down. To Have Everybody Look At You And Say, 'what's The Matter With Him?' I Know. I Know What It Feels Like. Walking Down An Empty Street, Listening To The Sound Of Your Own Footsteps. Shutters Closed, Blinds Drawn, Doors Locked Against You. And You Aren't Sure Whether You're Walking Toward Something, Or If You're Just Walking Away.