"Has it ever occurred to you that one hundred pianos all tuned to the same fork are automatically tuned to each other? They are of one accord by being tuned, not to each other, but to another standard to which each one must individually bow. So one hundred worshippers meeting together, each one looking away to Christ, are in heart nearer to each other than they could possibly be were they to become ‘unity’ conscious and turn their eyes away from God to strive for closer fellowship. Social religion is perfected when private religion is purified. The body becomes stronger as its members become healthier. The whole church of God gains when the members that compose it begin to seek a better and a higher life." - A.W. Tozer

All Yours...

So here, precious lamb, do I lay thee and
release thee full, with trembling hands-
my offering, thou, my long awaited plan
to my altar of surrender.

Do Thou for Me

Do Thou for me, O God the Lord,
Do Thou for me,
I need not toil to find the word
That carefully
Unfolds my prayer and offers it,
My God, to Thee.

It is enough that Thou wilt do,
And wilt not tire,
Wilt lead by cloud, all the night through
By light of fire,
Till Thou hast perfected in me,
Thy heart's desire.

For my beloved I will not fear,
Love knows to do
For him, for her, from year to year,
As hitherto.
Whom my heart cherishes are dear
To Thy heart too.

O blessed by the love that bears
The burden now,
The love that frames our very prayers,
Well knowing how
To coin our gold. O God the Lord,
Do Thou, do Thou.

(.Amy Carmichael.)

St. Judy's Comet

Little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's
Long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast
Fading fast

Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamondsIn its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes
When you awake...

Little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies

Ooh little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is
Well the hour of your bedtime's
Long been past
Though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
That you're fading fast...

(.Kenny Loggins.)