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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 clouded skies of grayish bland overshadow the restful day as the self-absorb-ed man's demand traps sunlight on his way. The tawny orb now rarely seen through biceps rippled taupe now blind to island homes washed clean of livelihood and hope. Though days away foreshadow's mist bespeaks the strength of youth. The chosen mark is never kissed, but ravaged of a truth. Great storm of wind with swirling blows Bahamas ne'er the same, but hopeful heart of States folk knows the need of 'cane to tame. From sky-viewed movements Dorian’s face is youthful, sleek and svelte, but uffish manners, void of grace leaves wake unseemly telt. The glaring scofflaw bares his teeth to crouch for mainland pounce, while human souls now pray beneath The One, Who can renounce the storm's great fury, and swordless sheath, transform its pound to ounce. May Dorian's gray retreat or swerve and dissipate as well from humans, who could ne'er deserve deliverance from Hell. The bleakest hues of Dorian's gray may overwhelm the heart, but One, Who made the Earth's first day can peace to us impart. by Jay O'Toole on September 2nd, 2019 |
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