When I look at my Lord and see He died yonder on Calvary, the Lovely for me the unlovely, He, the Pure for me the impure to save me from a death of sin, and an eternity in hell, something in me... If I could get by with it, I don't want to do it. I love Him. Yes, sir. I love Him. Even I thought if I'd go do it, and He'd forgive me for it, I don't want to do it anyhow. I don't want to do nothing to hurt Him. I love Him too much. That's what we have to have. It's something in your heart: Love.

Excerpt from Love July 26, 1956