“I was out alone and as I walked, I thought of my wretchedness. Temporal trouble and sorrow seemed as if it would crush me, and spiritually I felt utterly destitute, and then a wicked, angry feeling arose, as if something said, 'What do you gain by seeking the Lord?' and I mentally answered, 'Nothing but misery.' Just then some lines came into my mind which a friend had sent me: 'He has come down in mercy, And spoilt my earth-built nest, Ans given me grief and conflict, For happiness and rest. Tis well! The joy was worthless, It flowed not from His love, The peace was all delusive, It came not from above.” JoyPeaceLordThe King S Daughters Author:B. A. Ramsbottom