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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)    |
It creeps upon my average frame. It makes my life a heavy load. A trudging road each day the same to shorten life's old dusty abode. I eat my spinach, fresh the leaves. I eschewed the sugar, Stevia stayed. To eat in wisdom often grieves my heart as belly fat's displayed. The days of walking gain no laud as Weight, the silent villain, drapes his bag of heaviness on the bod like a vine of bulging, ruddy grapes. So many years ago I ran, and kept the weight with ease at bay. I ate without great Wisdom's Plan, and lived a lean, most good display. But now eschewing foolish meals, and parking far from shops I use, the weight in front, it sad reveals unhealthy life without excuse. When will I find the hidden key to lose the weight, be strong, again? I'm desperate from this weight to be free, to feel a saint, untrapped by sin. This silent slug, unwanted, vile retains its resident abode upon my frame these years awhile unwelcome burden, heavy load. Begone, you demon fat of Hell! Decry thy filth in Jesus's Name! My body now made newly well must show great health to give Him fame! Too long you've made my body slow! Metabolism, fire thee up! Though older, you will wondrous grow, and use well food in daily sup! The best of days, the last on Earth. Though fewer, they'll be greatly used. Dear Body, may you know a New Birth with health embrace, and fat refused. by Jay O’Toole on July 11th, 2020 |
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So beautifully written.