A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke - Vincent Van Gogh
When truth becomes like a football that is kicked and tossed around by passers-by. That grieves God’s heart - Sunday Adelaja
There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke. - Vincent Van Gogh