We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“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) |
Love is like an edifice we're building you and I. Ev'ry day may not be bliss, but neither 'tis a lie. I chose you for my very own so many years ago, and brick by brick the building's grown I'm glad my friend to know. Let's build it high, each day a floor, each night so loving warm, that when we're old we'll beg for more in naught to cause alarm. A woman, strong, you truly are. I marvel, being yours. The light you shine is like a star. Your face my heart adores. Imperfect man, I sadly am, but I'd ne'er cause you pain. I'd sooner go to Hell and damn my mirrored face than feign some love for you, that's just a sham and see your color drain. Oh, Lord, please help me live to be a true man all our lives, that when from breath You draw me free my name in her still thrives. So strong you'll be as strong you are while building to the sky a love, which none on Earth can mar, and none in heaven would try. To break your heart, eschew and loathe with all my being do. Your joy for life, I'd daily clothe, until my life is through. by Jay O'Toole on February 19th, 2020 |