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or, “Hold to the Rod, The Iron Rod” by ST We have outgrown God– Like a spoiled child despising the rod– Those before us Are welcome to its correction: We question its justice, Deny any motive of affection. We scorn its strictness As a cover for our revels, And when we get hurt We blameContinue reading “Who is God, that I should Obey His Voice?”

by ST America, wake up! Let go this dream of a carefree childhood– You forget care that then wrinkled you brow. You had all to cope with that so young a one could– By comparison small indeed with what you face now– Now you have grown up, and so have your troubles. Life is notContinue reading “An Appeal”