I Measure Your Love For Me By

Not Grace To Bar What Is Not Bliss, Nor Flight From All Distress, But This: The Grace That Orders Our Trouble And Pain, And Then, In The Darkness, Is There To Sustain.

Every Sin Flows From The Failure To Treasure The Glory Of God Above All Things.

The Deepest Longing Of The Human Heart Is To Know And Enjoy The Glory Of God. We Were Made For This.

Faith Is Born And Sustained By The Word Of God, And Out Of Faith Grows The Flower Of Joy.

It Is Not Surprising That Prayer Malfunctions When We Try To Make It A Domestic Intercom To Call Upstairs For More Comforts In The Den.