“I can be so ever so down, and feel that I can’t hardly go no…
another round, can’t go nowhere else; then I can kneel down and put
my finger on a promise, and say, “Lord God, Thou art my strength.
Thou art my satisfaction. Thou art my all-in-all.” I can begin to feel
Something bubbling up from inside of me there. I come out of it.

As I have passed fifty years old, I’d wake up of a morning, you know
how it is, you can’t hardly get that one foot out of the bed. My, you can’t
hardly do it; and somebody at the door, knocking, or Billy telling me
there’s an emergency, somewhere I’ve got to go. And I think, “How can
I do it?” Try to put one foot out.

I think, “Thou art the Fountain filled with my strength. Amen! My
strength and my help cometh from the Lord. Thou are my artesian
well! Thou art my youth! ‘They that wait upon the Lord shall renew
their strength; they shall mount up with the wings like an eagle; they
shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint.’ Lord God,
this is my duty, to go. I’m called to the post of duty.” And the first thing
you know, Something begins to gurgle up inside of me.” WMB