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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)    |
The warmth and glow of lights arrayed is really quite a gift. The Christmas season is displayed. My heart receives a lift. The warmth and glow among the trees make rushing life to slow. Some nighttime steps are lit by these to better moments know. The warmth and glow of lights shine bright in evening's darkness, long. Arranged creation's quite a sight with carolers in song. The warmth and glow among the rooms, a joy to see tonight as Christmas wonder fully blooms in a life made newly right. by Jay O’Toole on December 9th, 2024   |
A sunny day with cold, cold air is true for Christmas time. We look, but only go out there a few minutes at our prime. A sunny day with cold, that's crisp, and breath, that comes out seen is like a cloud, that's just a wisp in a sky so very clean. A sunny day, December cold some green plants, turning brown. The winter's digits fully told make flora, now to frown. A sunny day of short cold time portends a night of frostiness in need of safety warm. Each northern town of colder clime requires some fire of warmth to bless, protecting from alarm. A sunny day with cold, cold air requests an indoor feast, a Christmas time, great joy affair, concerns to be released. by Jay O’Toole on December 6th, 2024 |
The day ends with the dark of the night. The night ends with the glow of the sun. A life ends when all breaths have been breathed. by Jay O’Toole on December 5th, 2024 |
Quiet room with music sweet Christmas time is here. Warm the house with hearts, that meet. Outside's crisp and clear. Embroidered present, nearly done, can I make another? Much like this, it's blessed fun. For daughter, like for mother. Almost over as it starts, Christmas days are blurred. Life of labor when it parts, what's the lasting word? Will we know the best Noël throughout Eternity? Joyful days with hearts, that tell, "Saved from sin, set free!" The best, that Christmas ever gives is Jesus' virgin birth. The heart forever joys and lives in the Savior's given worth. I want to live Th'Eternal Day in all, that Christ, I Am, is for me, Life, Truth, and the Way, The crucified, and risen Lamb. Will there be lights and Christmas trees? Will there be coffee shop nights? The truest joy is when each sees The Savior from all plights. The Christmas moments, that I seek are truly Christ Himself. Oh, let my heart forever speak of Jesus' lasting wealth. by Jay O’Toole on December 4th, 2024 |
| Christmas comes so quickly these days, forgotten, gone. It comes anon. It's great with light and tree displays. It's time to celebrate the Joy, but money flies with present size. Return we to our best employ. by Jay O’Toole on December 3rd, 2024 |
How do we make the precious piece of art we see inside? How do we from the heart release a work, that will abide? Perfection is the wondrous glow, that staggers ev'ry mind. From God Above with Wisdom show Creations' greatest find. How doth a human show his gift, though never perfect made? How do we other hearts now lift by what we have displayed? Musicians try with every fiber of their skills to be without mistake, which would be dire, intense emotions see. But flawless music's just as bad as any I have known. I leave unmoved, nor slightly glad, and inwardly I groan. Pianist's imperfections felt are filled with the heart's desires. The listener's hearts are fully telled by wet eyes bound to cryers. Perfection truly is of God. It speaks of Who He is, but flawless playing I can't applaud when a human is the whiz. So "less is more" when humans play, creating what they know. "The feeling moves me. This I say in gifted ways that show." by Jay O’Toole on December 2nd, 2024 |
Granddaddy took the butt of a gun upon his forehead bare, and somehow lived to tell the tale, a metal disc placed there. Suspicious of a covered bridge, Pap slipped down 'neath his horse. The swishing of machetes affirmed he chose the sanest course. Pap rode up San Juan Hill, he said with Teddy in the lead. They won the victory that day. He lived to tell the deed. So many years ago he lived. I never got to meet my granddaddy of told exploits, to sit down at his feet. I just have Dad's accounts to tell. No facts can I confirm. His dates of life are close I know, like one great river's berm. Granddaddy died some twenty years before I came to Earth. I have just pictures and Dad's words, recalling his great worth. Whatever way he served and fought is truly good by me. He was a stone in that great wall we call Sweet Liberty. by Jay O’Toole on November 29th, 2024 Lines: 28 |
Thank You, Lord, for hopeful days, even though the year has brought us greatest wind displays, and tempted us with fear. Thank You, Lord, the family's home, and didn't take the trip, but heal my wife her sickness from, which gave her health the slip. Thank You, Lord, for Salvation's Hope, You gave because Your Son has come to live, die, live that "soap" would cleanse in Victory won. Thank You, Lord, for those, who came so many years ago. The pilgrim sailors sought no fame and hardships they did know. Thank You, Lord, they desired to live, where they could serve You best. 'Twas this new country You would give, protecting through each test. Thank You, Lord, for each new day, life, and joy, and liberty. All we do, and all we say are best when these are given to Thee. Thank You, Lord, for You are wise, and know what next to do. Your Kingdom's Day beyond our Whys. The Gift forever, You. by Jay O’Toole on November 28th, 2024 |
What a gift of thankfulness to share this lovely day! What a time of joyfulness with wondrous words to say! What a time of gathering with family, friends, and all! What a time to laugh and sing when those we love do call! What a time to start the days of Christmas season's bliss! What a time of light displays, and mealtimes blest like this! What a moment just to wait to see what God will teach! What a Light, that's never late! His Gentle Hand will reach. What a time for looking out to see those, who have needs! What a time for helps about the ones, who need our deeds! Someone may feel they're just less. They're losing health and friends. Some with seeing eyes may bless, with chicken soup attends. One may feel, that it's a day of long and lonely hours without a friend to talk and play in sadness rather dour. But when we lift a burdened heart, we drop our sadness, too. We bring some hope and newly start our life when we are through. by Jay O’Toole on November 27th, 2024 |
Some days when the body's need is rest to overcome some sickness or some other test, good sleeping is the sum. Desire to keep on going stops the time to better get. Productiveness, it always drops with body weakness debt. The rest will help us take the time to heal, and be our best, restoring us to living prime, now hopeful and so blest. The poetry may suffer some when minds are heavy, sick. It's rest we need, and when it comes we'll light creation's wick. by Jay O’Toole on November 26th, 2024 |
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