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I . . . know how much easier it is to lean on an arm of flesh than on the Lord; but I have learned too how much less safe it is.
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(A.J. Broomhall. Hudson Taylor and China’s Open Century, Book Four: Survivors’ Pact. London: Hodder and Stoughton and Overseas Missionary Fellowship, 1984, 346.)

 

James Hudson Taylor

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Alone, one's shadow magnified,
Lord of the body, looking down,
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Of the men that live in the land, high lord.
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Without shadows, without magnificence,
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