THE POWER OF GOD IN A REDEEMED LIFE

CONCLUSION I ask only for His will, not mine. I love Him and His work above all else. As I near the City, I find the cunningness of the enemy very subtle, therefore I must have a guide, the blessed Holy Ghost, to lead me step by step. My Guide shows me where greater men than I have turned from the narrow way and others have tripped and fallen. I desire to draw a little closer to Him and listen to what He has to say that He may show me the way. There are some very inviting paths, especially the way that seemeth right unto men. My Guide has told me that there are many paths leading off from the narrow way and so He asked me to walk by His side, and I ask Him to hold my hand that I lose not the way, for as evening shades are gathering, I fear lest I from Him should stray. So I am listening more carefully to catch every word He says, that I may hear Him say, "This is the way, walk therein." As I am writing this, my soul is resting on the blest Rock of Ages. The higher I go, the more danger lies around me. And lest I take a wrong step and fall, I am waiting for Him to order my steps just now. I have made a few bad steps in life and it has caused much grief and pain. But me-thinks at times I 'most hear the angels sing. "Who-o-o! Who-o-o-o! Oh, Glory! Just a breeze from the other world passed over my soul to strengthen me for another climb as I continue up the mountain of great dangers. My Guide is showing me some dangers, called pitfalls, into which one would fall if he were left to go alone. I must not near the edge of any, even to look into them, for many have fallen therein and have been unable to get out. I shall be glad when we have passed them. He warns me to watch for them as He names them one by one. He tells me they will be all along the way to the gate of the City. Some of these pitfalls are worldly honor, deceitfulness of riches, carelessness, prayerlessness, and failure to pay close attention to the Guidebook which God has placed in my hand and which He said would show me where these pitfalls are. There are others: love of self, ease, worldly pleasure, people's opinions, and many more. My Guide showed me a place where many have stopped and starved to death -- the place called self-pity. There is not a morsel of food there. As I was passing it, I had such a concern for others that I hardly noticed it. If I can live for others, I can best live for Him. May the fire burn the hotter to increase the passion for souls and make the vision brighter, for my own load gets lighter as I help carry the load for others. I am in touch with Him who died for me; all my ways are before Him and my life is in His hands. I have one request that I have made for several years. Please do not bring any flowers about my body when I am dead -- none at the funeral. I mean it from my heart. I like flowers now, but please do not bring them after I am gone. But I do want my old tear-stained, thumb-worn Bible opened and laid on a plain coffin. Let those who would give for flowers, please place their offering on the Bible and casket. I ask that the one who shall preach the funeral shall mention my request to the crowd. Should you who read this book desire to contribute a gift at that time, the money is to be sent to help missionaries in foreign lands. I will have specified the ones to whom it shall be sent. I leave my last request and testimony -- all for Jesus until He calls me away. Evangelist, Pastor, and Teacher of His Word, Pearl P. Poe THE END