Fountain of Life

Brethren, no man is so poor, so low, so narrow in capacity, so limited in heart and head, but that he needs a whole God to make him restful. Nothing else will. To seek for satisfaction elsewhere is like sailors in their desperation, when the water tanks are empty, slaking their thirst with the treacherous blue that washes cruelly    along the battered sides of their ship. A moment's alleviation is followed by the recurrence  in tenfold intensity in the pangs of thirst, and by madness and death. Do not drink the salt water that flashes and rolls by your side , when you can have recourse to the fountain of life that is with God.

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