O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go George Matheson, 1842-1906 O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine's blaze its day May brighter, fairer be. O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the...

What cures a heavy heart? Or the better question, what causes a heavy heart? It appears to me that my heart has been heavy and restless lately, I am not sure why. Maybe it is the pressures of school, the stresses of life, the lack of sleep, the fact that Gepetto (one of my pet frogs for the past 5 years) is sick and I'm not sure whether he'll live through the week, that Jack (my car) is once again out of commission, or maybe my sinful desires that lead me away from the Lord. Unfortunately, it...

We are clay pots, simply jars of clay sitting and waiting for our master, the sculptor, to mold us into the perfect vessel he has purposed for us. Each mold is planned; each blemish is corrected by the masters’ touch. The master knows what we need in order to become the perfect vessel; he has the power to provide everything we need to become that vessel. Without the master, we would be a mere clump of clay without form or purpose. This simple fact has been radiant throughout my life, yet I...