The pleasure of God is indeed a sovereign pleasure. An arbitrary will – unhindered by obligation – preserves wicked men.
Truth does not appear in multiples. Our hands are not strong where God rises up.
Sometimes an earthly prince meets with a great deal of difficulty. We are apt to fortify ourselves with followers.
There is no fortress with God. Great heaps of chaff alight in the whirlwind leaving behind a field of stubble and devouring flames.
You cannot singe the delicate thread by which we hang fortuitously. What are we that we should stand before the one at whose rebuke rocks pick up and hide?
Justice cries out for the infinite. The sentence composed by God is both eternal and immune to righteousness,
You come from beneath. God is a great deal of patient.
An unmindful God is a concoction of troubled separatists. God is altogether a one such as ourselves.
Wrath and damnation don’t ever slumber. We are ever ready to be seized as God permits.
The Scripture represents us as good in search of better. Oh the hungry lions that await should God withdraw his restraining hand.