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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 Deep it calls to deeper go. My mind has thrills it thrills to know. Each heart enjoys as mysteries grow. Where can we ever be? The warmest place we e'er can be is blanketed with thoughts, that see, a soul we greet with hopes to free, but how can it be so? I've never known this ever place, that swallows me, so filled with grace. It beckons me, "This new one chase." unknown, yet ever found. Through deepest wonder more abound, we'll climb the heights, and then we're crowned. In silence hear the faintest sound, and meet it face to face. How colorful this rainbow fair! I slide the side, then plop and stare. Invites me, "Ride," this pinkish mare. Away we gallop, twain. Bareback I grasped her tousled mane. Through miles and miles of dust, then rain, I move the caking quite in vain to see as I might dare. A bonny lass, then beckoned, "Come. Dismount, and tell me all the sum of days and nights, that life be plumb within His gracious Plan." I sat alone beside the fan when all at once it quick began. My logic I assayed to ban. My mouth I clasped as dumb. She kissed my cheek, then on my way, return I would to her some day as in adventure, new, I'd say, "You make my life so grand." I fell asleep. I could not stand. Adventures fell out of my hand, but dream I did of that fair land. My heart bid mind, "Obey." Line Count: 40 Word Count: 255 by Jay O’Toole on May 28th, 2021 |
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