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words to my reprieve...

[nelsonmassar]

'Seldomly do they believe themselves the perpetrators, but too often they'd lay claim the title that of a victim.'

[nelsonmassar]

Let my soul not rest, till in Christ's bosom I shall find it.

Fleeting are the comforts of this world, and hollow are its repose.

[nelsonmassar]

[nelsonmassar]

"Heaven without Christ is a heaven I do not want to be in".

This Lord,

[nelsonmassar]

To live with a false sense of assurance, only to be greeted by Him with a 'depart from Me, I never knew You'... What woe shall befall such a man presuming himself saved where there are evidence of none.

Does it trouble you not or is your conscience ever so dull that your heart be so indifferent to a cause so great? concerning even that of your soul?

[nelsonmassar]

The extreme easiness of conscience

which we see in many men and women. They can commit a great sin, wash their hands, and then have done with it, as if the very washing of the hand or the wiping of the mouth was quite enough to put away all thought of the wrong. Many will sit here to-night, who have, through a long life, committed a hundred sins of which

they would be ashamed to be reminded, and yet they are not ashamed of them. They would only be ashamed to be found out...

[nelsonmassar]

Who fears the Lord the fear He is due?

'Oh that I be wise to the folly of my ways, I'd walk by His'

[nelsonmassar]

"I see their hypocrisy as much as I see my own in myself, but do they see theirs as I see mine?"

[nelsonmassar]

"Salvation is not to be presumed where there are evidence of none..."

[nelsonmassar]

"Do not take heart words of anger spoken in grief."

[nelsonmassar]

Tethered to a flame that once burned ever so brightly, mine eyes blinded by my gaze into its fiery depths, mine heart etched by its flaming sword, piercing ever so deeply, into the depths of my inner being.

[nelsonmassar]

Virtues and their sudden consideration of morals or lack thereof. How detestable the nature of anger, it is apparent, their distaste for it, yet they are never one to question the source of such provocation.

[nelsonmassar]

[nelsonmassar]

'Just as the famished that knows of food's value or arid lands of the rains that quench its deserts sand. One must experience the absence of love to appreciate and value its presence.'

[nelsonmassar]

'The Bellowing Crow'