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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)    |
How thick the clouds it takes to keep the sun beyond our reach! Emotions lie so very deep. Can Truth yet seek to teach? How strong the sun, that shines on through the threads of blanket clouds! We see it not, but hope is due to light, that never shrouds. This soft-box in the corner bids us, "Fill a cup of Joe, and stay awhile a-sipping 'mid the lights, that slowly grow." To sit and wait, to sip and taste, to rest in thoughts of peace, it is this time, that Life is faced with anxious fears, that cease. A latte passes o'er the rim, until it's fin'lly through, but fill, again, it to the brim, and sipping's time is new. by Jay O’Toole on March 9th, 2022 |
| That wonders soon will come, I wait these blissful days. Though hope may slightly haze, the promise is the sum. His Truth's the living plumb. His victories amaze. Great wonders come here soon. We wait in given rest. These days may seem a test, but finally a boon. List for the trumpet tune as everlasting blest. These wonders in His Call upon the knee we fall. ---------------------------------------- Philippians 2:5-11 ---------------------------------------- by Jay O’Toole on March 8th, 2022 |
In greatness One did make a pot for placing bles-sed things, preventing all, that He was not from spreading uffish wings. But then a new untempered soul ran past this vessel rare, and brushed it harsh, this treasured whole was broken past repair. The grieving Artist found His Heart was now like what He'd made. Would He need make again from start this Gift so only bade? His broken heart now lifted from the chest from whence the pot was made the vessel Artist's sum in mem'ry not forgot. Now, mixed with broken pieces, rare, and placed upon the Wheel to fashion once again with care, restoring all, to heal. The Artist gave His All, and died, His cherished heart, full wrapped up in the vessel made with pride, the Gift He crowned and capped. He laid in-state, until day three when Restoration kissed the pot He made, again, quite free to shred the sinful list. The broken heart, and broken pot, Salvation's newest task, restoring all, that newly got His Life in which to bask. by Jay O’Toole on March 7th, 2022 |
“So great in Glory, Wondrous is Your Name. All hopeful people rest within Your Throne.” “Now, gone the days of worry and all blame. Do lift your heart, and smile for you have grown.” “All Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord. The change He makes is permanent and true.” “For you are loved and honored by the Word. Forever in my Home, these wings hold you.” “The spirit’s death has been set free in Me. The life of Life forever is your Day. The smelted dross makes silver, wholly free. ‘You’re blest and pure,’ my heart will always say.” “He’s thrice the Holy One, Who stands for me. The slough can’t hold. Forever I am free.” by Jay O’Toole on March 6th, 2022 |
Waiting, while we think it through. Waiting on a ride from You. Waiting on the Lord to come. Resting in the gifted Sum. Waiting as the silence stays. Waiting past all sad dismays. Waiting 'til this life is through. Resting in the thoughts of You. Waiting 'til the Hope is now. Waiting 'til we all will bow. Waiting 'til the Evermore. Resting in what lies in store. Waiting, for the Lord is here. Waiting, for His Word is clear. Waiting truly in great love. Resting now, and then Above. Waiting Hope is present peace. Waiting now in blest release. Waiting 'til we wait no more. Resting now in Evermore. by Jay O’Toole on March 4th, 2022 |
Facing fear is never bliss for those, who like to stay behind closed doors in rooms like this all safely hid away. But facing fear is not a choice, that brave ones quick would make for danger is no great rejoice, that puts a life at stake. Facing fear intimidates the coward and the saint. So often real the heart debates to stand or yield to faint. Fears are faced when some great need makes love the stronger still. To care for others is the deed, that moves past fear by will. Only by the Lord of Grace o'er fears to fully win, but conquer once 'til next its place is seen in this world of sin. Such courage is not mine alone, but of Jesus Christ, the Lord. He victors new the heart of stone. So says His lasting Word. The heart of flesh can feel more fear, but fleshy hearts obey, that when His Presence is felt near, we'll do what He would say. by Jay O’Toole on March 3rd, 2022 |
The sunset marks the end of light, but not the end of day. The glowing orb so wondrous bright is on such great display. These colors pour their final hues of gold and crimson shouts. When darkness blankets all their due, their mem'ries ever tout. All trees before this canvas sky become dark sticks unknown. The dance of reds in bliss defy all heights to which they've grown. Is there a day when once, again, all colors will be known, when gifts will newly, truly win, when talent flags are flown? Or will the night of misty sleep erase all daring do? Will blindness cause us timid creep? Will all of hope be through? Each living soul has just one day to shine, and paint, and write. When sunset beams its final ray, will my mark leave its might? The morning light of youth's convinced, "We'll shine forevermore," but when the day is fully minced, will "Victor" paint the door? Each faithful breath in painting stroke, each chosen word we write, each gift we give as lass or bloke will find its season bright. A sunset blazes, then its gone, except in God's Own Heart. Each goodness is His Vict'ry won, each hope His loving start. Let ev'ry sunset light be burned with nothing left to give. Let ev'ry sadness, fully turned b'Eternity to live. For never a beam, that shines in grace will ever wasted be. The Son of Glory in His Place He has a place for me. Verses: 11 Lines: 44 Theme: The sunset of life announces the Eternal Day. by Jay O’Toole on March 2nd, 2022 |
| Corner turned, scenery has changed. Weather's warm is learned. Bigger hopes make something new. Daily smiles, strength yearned. Scenery has changed, corner turned. Sun seen, blanket of sky. God's Face, glowing sheen. Wings protecting all of life. Painting day, lovely scene. Blanket of sky, sun seen. Eternity nears, wonderment in bliss. Tired soul, newly cheers, never needs to sleep, again. Gone are earthly fears. Wonderment in bliss, eternity nears. by Jay O’Toole on February 28th, 2022 |
Jesus brings such great relief from days of harshest frost. Th'enemy is never chief 'side He, Who paid the cost. The gift of wondrous spring will come when cold has finished well the strengthening of part and sum with newest life to tell. The Wisdom of this Jesus, Lord, is far beyond our minds. We weep, and wonder when His Word will open eyes still blind. For spring may seem a fairy tale, while bitterest winter bites, and causes hope to freeze and fail through snowy days and nights. Yet, when the Bridegroom's family, friends call those with lamps so bright, the time of fear and pain it ends as He makes all now right. The Wondrous Spring will ever live, while Winter redeemed, new, will share its joys and ever give such hope to me and you. In Wondrous Spring the summer, fall, and winter, too, entwined, will share the joy of Jesus, all. Created things, refined. by Jay O’Toole on February 25th, 2022 |
Freedom from the coldest blasts. Now the days in warmth do shine. Fly a flag from the highest mast, "Springtime lifts the hearts, that pine." Cold the nights with coldest temps. Frozen blanket moisture casts. Warmed by thoughts in hoped attempts. Freedom from the coldest blasts. Forecast nights of warmer ways. Gentle breath of breeze so kind. Almost hot the springtime stays. Now the days in warmth do shine. Hopeful hearts embrace the rest. Dance a jig. Be free from the past. "Winter's cold, the bygone test," fly a flag from the highest mast. Respite brings the brightest gift. Solid path the people find. Days of grace, emotions shift. "Springtime lifts the hearts, that pine." by Jay O’Toole on February 24th, 2022 |
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