In this day the breeze of God is wafted, and His Spirit hath pervaded all things. Such is the outpouring of His grace that the pen is stilled and the tongue is speechless.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
The Spirit is as operative today in communicating the gospel to all who seek the truth as it was on the day of Pentecost anciently.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
I returned to Jerusalem, and it is by virtue of Jerusalem that I have written all that God has put into my heart and into my pen.
God is ever present. He's in every breath, in every step. He's here, always, always.
Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.
O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.
God's voice is still and quiet and easily buried under an avalanche of clamour.