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“There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .” ― Charles Spurgeon “Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.” ― C. H. Spurgeon “Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.” ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon “If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.” ― Charles Spurgeon “A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.” ― Charles Spurgeon “Visit many good books, but live in the Bible.” ― Charles Spurgeon “When your will is God's will, you will have your will.” ― Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV)    |
Tinkling chimes so seashell thin, Cacophony of metal chimes, Bamboo in chunky sounds, that win, wonders in such blowing rhymes. The wind upon my glistening face, it dabs the heat, and salves the ears. I grow in peace of knowing place, that sings away my deepest fears. The rose, it rocks to wind, that sways, The elm's long arms float up and down. Each flox in joyful colors says, "The Lord of all great Springdom's found." "Pa - dum - pum - tee. Pa - dum - pum - tee." All metal chimes call me to "Look!" "Ta - bump - bump - pah. Ta - bump - bump - pah." Bamboo it shouts, "My turn be took." The grass and pines are static green as browns of dirt and bark attend. These daily sentries, faithful seen do help the mind to rest, and mend. What joyful dance these seashells make in rolling air as water waves. The busy-ness of life they take, and from my heart's unsettled saves. The stillness of the long, sun rays pours gentle warmth on leaves of green. "I'm here to live through all your days, until Christ's Glory full is seen." The days of Life, so many, blest are still right here, and joy-filled bright. "You've run so oft. Today is rest, great hope is sun to light the night." The chirping birds in smooth song soothes. The ebb and flow of "words," then naught. "All silences are lasting booths, we sing them not as we are taught," "But when we sing the meaning's grand to give great hope to days and nights." They sing their songs throughout the land to show all souls to speak of light. We run and work six days a week. The Sabbath rest is of the Lord to call each heart His Heart to seek, and meditate upon His Word. by Jay O’Toole on April 23rd, 2022 |
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