O Thou Who Hearest Prayer

The Dove and the Christian

Constant Battle

While the tent is being taken down

We lift our voice to Thee in prayer; also, for
all our dear ones.  Lord bless the sick and make
them well as soon as it is right they should be.
Sanctify to them all they have to bear.  There are
also dear friends who are very weak; some that
are very trembling.  God bless them.  While the
tent is being taken down may the inhabitant within
look on with calm joy, for we shall by-and-by "be
clothed upon with our house that is from heaven."
Lord help us to sit very loose by all these things
here below.  May we live here like strangers and
make the world not a house but an inn, in which we
sup and lodge, expecting to be on our journey
tomorrow.
                                          C. H. Spurgeon

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