In such a universe thine every thought would be
“God and I! God and I!”
And yet He is as near to thee as that – as near as if
in the boundless spaces there throbbed no heart but His and
thine. Practice that solitude, O my soul! Practice
the expulsion of the crowd!
Practice the stillness of thine own heart! Practice
the solemn refrain “God and I! God and I!” Let none
interpose between thee and thy wrestling angel! Thou
shalt be both condemned and pardoned when thou shalt
meet Jesus alone! – George Matheson (1842-1906)
From Streams In The Desert Volume One by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman