Well, after 9,319 words, 19 pages, and 8 posts dealing with the
LORD OF THE CLOUD
I am a stranger, with a stranger’s indifference; My hands hold a pilgrim’s staff, My march is Zionward, My eyes are toward the coming of the Lord, My heart is in thy hands without reserve. Thou hast created it, redeemed it, renewed it, captured it, conquered it. Keep from it every opposing foe, crush in it every rebel lust, mortify every treacherous passion, annihilate every earthborn desire. All faculties of my being vibrate to thy touch; I love thee with soul, mind, body, strength, might, spirit, affection, will, desire intellect, understanding. Thou art the very perfection of all perfections; All intellect is derived from thee; My scanty rivulets flow from thy unfathomable fountain. Compared with thee the sun is darkness, all beauty deformity, all wisdom folly, the best goodness faulty. Thou art worthy of an adoration greater than my dull heart can yield; Invigorate my love that is may rise worthily to thee, tightly entwine itself around thee, be allured by thee. Then shall my walk be endless praise.Ah, just when I needed some perspective from the Puritans! This is the panting of my heart and the prayer for my day. I hope you are as encouraged by it as I have been.