They sing, Farther along we'll understand.
Oh, how I wish I'd been a holy man,
But I wandered so far astray
Now all I can see is Judgment Day.
I fell on my knees and begged for Your grace,
Then turned around and spat in Your face.
I walked along in my foolish will,
Now I fear
Contributed by C.a. Mccracken on Mar 22, 2005
Leonard Ravenhill penned these words in his book “Revival Praying”
“Every church without a prayer meeting condemns us, every Bible daily unopened condemns us, every lost neighbor condemns us, every lost heathen condemns us, every dry eye among us condemns us,