From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.
From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified)
From all that dims Thy Calvary
O Lamb of God, deliver me.
Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire;
Let me not sink to be a clod;
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.
—Amy Wilson Carmichael
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
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July 03, 2024 | 108 | +4 | +3.9% |
July 19, 2023 | 104 | +17 | +19.6% |
June 10, 2022 | 87 | +2 | +2.4% |
May 03, 2022 | 85 | +1 | +1.2% |
March 26, 2022 | 84 | +7 | +9.1% |
January 27, 2022 | 77 | +2 | +2.7% |
December 20, 2021 | 75 | +8 | +12.0% |
October 05, 2021 | 67 | +3 | +4.7% |
August 21, 2021 | 64 | +17 | +36.2% |