“O Lord, against this bosom blast of coiled and seething
feelings, battering passions, ebbing yearnings, oozing ache of inner man, Raise
Thou the flinty walls of stuff which Thy Son was made. Yea, build in me the
buttressed bastions of faith that shall resist the undersucking flood of
soulish tide, and make me to endure this late attack, I pray, in Jesus’ Name.”
Jim Elliot
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