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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)    |
To God alone is Glory due, today and evermore, 'tis true. When others worship thoughts of man, we stand upon His Finished Plan. Th'unholiness of the present age finds God's own silence as a gage of strength that's lacking to defend Creation's Hope as Moses penned. Yet, Fitness always runs His race to maturation by His Grace. The smelter ends the drossing heat when purity is full, complete. The Day of Grace we'll know for now, until the last soul stoops to bow before the Throne of Majesty, receiving Hope, his bonds to free. Reform we not by strength of mind for weakness stops us, most unkind. Salvation comes by Christ Alone. His Gift on the cross did sin atone. By faith alone His Gift receive by His Gift to your spirit do you believe. For grace is the gift and faith is, too, no boasting soul will ever do. For we are made by Christ Himself, not with a red suit, nor by an elf. The Glory All belongs to Him, Who died and rose to live, again. Re-formed we are, completely new. The "Solas" teach us all that's True. The floating dead in the sea of sin given life by Christ, our hope to win. --------------------------------------- Scripture Reference: "8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: "9 Not of works, lest any man should boast. "10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them." (Ephesians 2:8-10, KJV) ---------------------------------------- by Jay O'Toole on October 31st, 2019 |
Death and Life are with us now. The line, though thin, is sensed somehow. Ghosts and goblins of this day are actors with a scare display. "I call on Heaven and Earth this day. Record the deeds against your play. I've set before you life and death, of blessing, cursing, (fleeting breath.)" "I urge you now to choose you life, that you and your seed be free from strife." The word of God is firm and terse. It gives us hope in every verse. For some receive the Truth made known, though others reject, from hope are flown. We live within His living wings. His daily Glory voices sing. "I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, [that] I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live:" (Deuteronomy 30:19, KJV) "1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust." (Psalm 91:1-2, KJV) by Jay O'Toole on October 31st, 2019 |
The days of life are passing fast, and will my days be wisely used? Create my breaths of form, that lasts with Thine own precious breath infused. My love of Man's redemption's fare, though love from me seems hatred oft. My stand on Truth some cannot bear, whose fathers bore the Lord aloft. The days of mercy have an end when God of Justice calls to stand each human being, foe and friend accountable to His firm Hand. Oh, list to His Dear pleading Voice to find your refuge 'neath His Wings. Salvation's free by His own Choice to purchase choirs, who ever sing. The fleshly days are passing fast, but things I do for Christ are wise. His payment made will ever last. My gratitude He'll not despise. To serve my Lord, that men be saved removes great Hatred, sting of death. So blessed by souls no more depraved, that hope's expressed through every breath. The days of mercy have an end for those, who do not love His Gift, but Mercy evermore will tend His loved ones He from lostness lift. His Voice so tender calls your name enfolding you with Love Divine. The weakest look removes your shame. He robes you for His Meal to dine. His fragrant hope your conscience fills. You see His Face as you refuse. No peace is ever through your will. No savior other can you choose. The lasting fragrance of His dear breath is like a rose to open hearts, but pungent odors, filled with death when blest Salvation never starts. Your breaths are now His gift to you. Your beating heart is Mercy's ring. Your life's a mist and when it's through, I pray you'll have great joy to sing. The days of life are passing fast, and will our days be wisely used? Create a fragrance that will last with Thine own precious breath infused. by Jay O'Toole on October 30th, 2019 |
Chasing dreams, and greenish backs, we're chasing what to do. Eat to health the daily flax, then sleep when we are through. Wanderlust for earthly thrills excites our happiness. Plodding o'er the vales and hills seems less our hearts to bless. Finally with a hurting heart, we're weary and forlorn. Choices of our own did start the illness lately borne. Wondrous change! What hope I see in choices newly made! Health returns my life to free in joyful life displayed. This poem is dedicated to my good friend, Scifiwizard Retired  ."May your life be blessed at the latter end more than at the first." (JOT) by Jay O'Toole on October 29th, 2019 |
peace is rough maintained girl, boy are color coated birds, squirrels beware by Jay O'Toole on October 28th, 2019 |
The Mind of Christ, that perfect mind indwells the saintly heart. The wisdom we all need to find is the gift He will impart. My body may one day be laid within a tomb of dirt. My spirit has the Lord obeyed to make His Call alert. Some day my body, fully new rejoined with my spirit, whole will serve eternally the True, refined as lasting gold. Decide to follow Christ Alone and soon you'll fully see, that Christ, whose Blood my life atoned, has wooed His choice through me. To synchronize the playlist now will change me evermore. My heart before Him aye to bow. His Truth to e'er explore. by Jay O'Toole on October 27th, 2019 |
hostas are floating pot is full to overflow gratitude for drops by Jay O'Toole on October 26th, 2019 |
| Cold will find the sweltering South. Joyful songs lift from joyful mouth. Golden bliss Estivating souls are awake. There's work to do with "hay to make." Goldstone crops Sneezing noses running the race. Dancing tissues around the face. Goldenrod Wicked plants are dying the death. Southern lungs can now take in breath. Goldsmith cold Frosty grass appearing as snow. Childlike wonder in all hearts grow. Making gold by Jay O'Toole on October 24th, 2019 |
heat comes to an end cooling rest gives peace to land dormant plants restore by Jay O'Toole on October 24th, 2019 |
The need of sleep I'd quickly say is near to food most every day. Each sleepless night doth work us ill in ways, that naught else e'er can fill. Some needed tasks withhold repose, while charging health right through the nose. "What are these villains?" you may ask. Let's list right here the honored tasks. In college papers of each term do show what knowledge we affirm. The final test with trivia alarming doth steal our sleep with grades now harming. New parents' ears to infant's call can shape the face into a "pall." The sleepless nights of young one's needs may place the bed on list of greeds. But when the youth do near the edge of nest's known comforts as a fledge, then older birds must get some sleep, if life on Earth they'd long time keep. by Jay O'Toole on October 23rd, 2019 |
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