David Brainerd Quotes

Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul, Though my life was hard with no remorse.

Excess of trouble may, for a time, distract and overwhelm the soul. Our Lord himself seems to have experienced somewhat of this. Our prayers, perhaps, are never more acceptable, than when they are offered in broken accents, in sighs, and groans.

Methinks every true Christian should be exceedingly earnest in prayer concerning the souls of the ungodly; and when they are so, how abundantly God blesses them and how the church prospers!

The greater your cares, the more genuine your prayers

After I had given up to go, the thoughts of the journey were often attended with unusual sadness, at which times my heart was frequently turned to the Lord with inward breathings for his heavenly support, that I might not fail to follow him wheresoever he might lead me.

There is no dignity like the dignity of a soul in agony.

Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.

Sometimes I think my soul is full of weeds!

In prayer I was exceedingly enlarged, and my soul was as much drawn out as I ever remember it to have been in my life. I was in such anguish, and pleaded with so much earnestness and importunity, that when I rose from my knees I felt extremely weak and overcome; I could scarce walk straight; my joints were loosed; the sweat ran down my face and body; and nature seemed as if it would dissolve.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

She knew that was not an honest prayer, and she did not linger over it. The right prayer would have been, Lord . . . I am miserable and bitter at heart, and old fears are rising up in me so that everything I do makes everything worse.

Now that I know that I've needed you so, help me, Jesus. My soul's in your hand.

So now the devil's in my soul.

I want to save my soul, that timid wind.

I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up

There is a moral and spiritual war for the souls of Americans. And this war must be waged by preaching the Gospel, prayer, and obedience to God's Word.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

If you walk with Jesus, he's gonna save your soul. You gotta keep the devil way down in the hole. He's got the fire and the fury at his command.

It is the burning lava of the soul that has a furnace within--a very volcano of grief and sorrow-it is that burning lava of prayer that finds its way to God. No prayer ever reaches God's heart which does not come from our hearts.

I lost my eyes In east wind skies Here's where I've cried Where I've tried Where God and the Tendaberry rise Where Quakers and revolutionaries Join for life

Satyagraha is itself an unmistakable mute prayer of an agonized soul.

I see the invisible spirits, where demons still find it livable. I need a hug to hold my soul inside my body.