Only melted gold is minted; only moistened clay is molded; only softened wax receives the seal; only broken, contrite hearts receive the mark as the Potter turns us on His wheel, sharpened and burnt to take and keep the mark, the mold, the stamp of God's pure gold. He can put the stamp on [you] this morning. He can change the vision. He can move the difficulty. The Lord of Hosts is in the midst of thee and is waiting for thy affection. -- Smith Wigglesworth
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