deliverance out of it, to the praise of His glory; if I forget
that the way of the Cross leads to the Cross and not to a bank
of flowers; if I regulate my life on these lines, or even
unconsciously my thinking, so that I am surprised when the way
is rough and think it strange,
"Think it not strange, Count it all joy,"
then I know nothing of Calvary love.
If we seek, and accept, the thorns for ourselves, me thinks He will make us as flowers to others, and sadly, me thinks it also works the other way 'round