Many years ago, with the Holy Spirit as my guide, I entered the wonderful temple of Christianity and began to explore God's Holy Book, the Bible. I entered at the portico of Genesis and walked down through the Old Testament art galleries, where the pictures of Noah,, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, Moses, and Daniel are hung on the wall.
I passed into the music room of Psalms, where the Spirit swept the keyboard of nature until it seemed that every reed and pipe of God's great organ responded to the tuneful harp of David, the sweet singer of Israel. I entered into the business office of Proverbs and then into the observatory room of the prophets, where I saw telescopes of various sizes pointed to far-off events, but all concentrated on the bright and morning star which is the King of kings. I caught a vision of His glory from the standpoint of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, and passed into the Acts of the formation of the infant church. Then I went into the correspondence room where sat Paul, Peter, James, and John writing their epistles. I stepped into the throne room of Revelation, where towered the glittering peaks, and caught a vision of the King sitting on the throne in all His glory. And I cried: 'All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall Bring forth the royal diadem And crown him Lord of all!"
