Compared to it, the smoggy haze heavenly. Frozen silence, so frigid, hung steadfast and heavy.
My eyes fixed forward, back straight, but not rigid – I was startled, but not tricked, and not immediately licked.
Her face was painted – the colors of war Her stance at the ready, jade lips sharply swore. What are your deepest, most torrid desires? She called out to me with speech like lyres. She darkened the doorway, decadently draped, Poised on her perch with smeared grin misshaped. “Metallic, painted ground-ships scar, Spidery splinters calked with tar Tirelessly trodden under rubbery tires And smoke, billowing from factory pyres. The following poem was written by a dear Brother-in-Christ and supporter for years. Bounds on Prayer (New Kensington: Pennsylvania: Whitaker House, 1997 first published in early 1900s) pp. In the power of the indwelling Spirit, miracles become the commonplace of daily living.” Bounds, Edward M., E. You shall open blind eyes, cleanse foul hearts, break men’ s fetters, and save men’s souls. “Go back! Back to that upper room back to your knees back to searching of heart and habit, thought and life back to pleading, praying, waiting, till the Spirit of the Lord floods the soul with light, and you are ‘endued with power from on high.’ Then go forth in the power of Pentecost, and the Christ-life shall be lived, and the works of Christ shall be done. He laughs at our toil, mocks at our wisdom, but trembles when we pray.
He fears nothing from prayerless studies, prayerless work, prayerless religion. The one concern of the Devil is to keep the saints from praying. Souls may be lost in good works, as surely as in evil ways. Activities are multiplied that meditation may be ousted, and organizations are increased that prayer may have no chance. The church that lost its Christ was full of good works. Preaching the true Gospel of the risen Lord Jesus ChristĪnd exposing the power of the Jesuit Order ruling the worldįrom Rome through London, Washington, D.C.
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