Nothing Can Hurt You Except Sin; Nothing

There Was A Castle Called Doubting Castle, The Owner Whereof Was Giant Despair.

Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright Bring None.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.

There Is A Warning Here For True Pilgrims. Beware Of The Talker, But Also Be Careful Not To Judge Too Quickly Those Whom God Has Blessed With Both Genuine Grace And A Fluency To Speak Of Divine Mercy In Ways More Eloquent Than Others. The Proof Is In The Life-not A Perfect Life, But A Life That Both Delights In Divine Truth And Magnifies God, The Only Giver Of The Sovereign Grace That Always Produces The Truly Fruitful, Fragrant Life.

He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.