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A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 4
Grace withers without adversity,faith
is better of the free air and winter storms
we face.We to heaven up with broken brow
and crooked leg yoked together with 
His free grace.What folly ‘tis to sit down 
and weep upon the decree of God,better
make windows in our prison and look out
And upwards to our God.He hath a gate
Of His own,beyond the thoughts of men,
that no foot has skill to follow Him..now
or in some future then.

An phrasis verse of Samuel Rutherford 
using phrases selected from  his letters.
No 157;178;181;196

A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 5

Be not like gold in chink and colour,
watered brass and metal based.Let Him
have the flower of your heart.Contend 
with Christ,fear not,let your prison a
palace become.Mis-spend not this short
sand-glass;if Christ hideth Himself,wait
on,trust in the dark.Sorrow for His absence
sweet,walk in the footprints of His feet.The
footsteps of the Forerunner are clear,the 
tide may seem far out,His Comfort lies
but near.He triumphs in suffering,weeps
and reigns.He is no idle Husbandman He
purposeth a crop, and on you, in due time,
will His blessings drop.

An phrasis verse of Samuel Rutherford 
using phrases selected from his letters.
No 76;100;147;182;210;280;324

Listen to me read these phrasis on youtube under the name ichthyschiro

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