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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)    |
Some will travel come what may. Some commit and then obey. Some will stubborn day after day to write some pages without display. To find my way to Writer's Rock, preventing things, which oft would block the words from building up my stock is where my deeds convince my talk. A place of safety on a cliff gives peace to heart and hope to lift from this lone room, I must ne'er drift. Within the storm His care is swift. The lightning slashed as thunder roared. My peace was firm, and din ignored. My daily writing all restored by discipline, that me implored. I write within the bookish realm with Christ, the Pilot at the helm, Who flies above the highest elm, no enemies could overwhelm. The Logos is my Rock to save. His daily words my heart still craves. I write from fulness in great waves by gift to me, that he once gave. The wise man builds quite firm his home. Commitment's choice prevents him roam. The daily pieces, life's long tome, while breath nerves arm from final loam. This Rock, word's home within the dash to glory build apart from cash. Though money comes from book's first splash, the greatest worth is lasting cache. by Jay O'Toole on December 2nd, 2019 |
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