But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; – George Gordon, Lord Byron
As a child walking over a slippery and dangerous path cries out, ” Father, I am falling! ” and has but a moment to catch his father’s hand, so every believer sees hours when only the hand of Jesus comes between him and the abysses of destruction. — Theodore L. Cuyler
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