I should be glad to lie under Christ's feet and receive the crumbs of any grace that fall from his sweet fingers to forlorn sinners. I lie often, awkwardly looking at the king's windows. Surely I am unworthy of a seat in the king's hall, but I often look far off, both feared and framed like to that fairest face, Fearing He bid me look away from Him, my guiltiness rises up upon me and I have no answer for it. Yet Christ has another compass by which He sells than my short and raw thoughts. I leave his part of it to himself. I dare not expound his dealing as sorrow and misbelief often dictate to me. I look often with bleared and blind eyes to my Lord's cross, and when I look to the wrong side of His cross, I know that I miss a step and slide. Surely, I see that I have not legs of my own for carrying me to heaven. I must go in at heaven's gates, borrowing strength from Christ. Samuel Rutherford.