42. I Demand to Return Home
Impediments, beware! Flee my path! I am homeward bound. Through the corridors of time, falling in the pitfalls of error, lifted by Thine unseen hand, I walked. Discouraging darkness, barbed fences of habit, stone embankments of indolence, mountains of indifference, oceans of unfaithfulness, sirens of sense, may stand in my path to prevent my march to Thy place; but a million kingdoms and sextillions of years of untrammelled worldly happiness will not tempt me to forsake Thee.