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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)    |
These days may seem a gift to be when Time shall be no more. The pain we felt we'll fully see as the sanctifying door. Each mother has a painful time to birth her valued child. The warmth she feels is so sublime no memory e'er is filed. The Face of Christ one Day we'll know as Time fades with a breath. The Word of God we daily sow brings life beyond all death. This life is mixed with good and bad. Our hearts may often sigh, but Hope can make our hearts feel glad, until the By and By. by Jay O’Toole on September 30th, 2021 |
We start with Maragogypé, whose bean is like a thumb, and move to Costa Rican Pea, and potent smallness sum. Your cup of the best will make you feel blest, Jamaican Blue Mountain bean. Your tongue and its taste is coffee's great test when making your cup fully preen. If you have no taste, then your coffee a-pace may be purchased where a burger's a buck, but if you have a love for your coffee, your place have baristas, whose shirts give a tuck. The music of peace can bring hope and release, while you sip on your cup and just melt into sofa and fleece, that your dreams may increase into Joy, that you know must be telt. I've a latté to ask, that my cup-sipping task may be wondrously, fully enjoyed. Have you sweet by the cask? I'd in Stevia bask, that your shop may stay often employed. by Jay O’Toole on September 29th, 2021 |
America, the Beautiful, so blest by God Above, Foundation most immutable, The Savior in His Love. A king once thought he owned our lives, abused us ev'ry day, 'til courage taught us all to thrive, our own two feet obey. We fought a good, long time to win the status of our own. We'd never bow to earthly men, demanding from a throne. The Constitution later came to guide our history. Obey its rules, we've none to blame, we've lives of peace made free. Our military, lad, and lass, defend the truth we own. Our future hopes will never pass as keep we Honor's tone. Some left their homes and went to war to keep their fam'lies free. They sacrificed their lives of more, that home would daily be. Our battered ship of state remains, ubiquitous our foes. Their fiendish hearts have forged our chains, if give we up to those. Our freedoms can but breathe the air. So quickly they would drown, if not for courage lifted there by those on watery ground. Our hope to live a free new day, our gift from those, who died. "Responsibility," we say, "is vigilant o'er pride." They battled bombs. We battle ills, and fools’ behest so fake. "O, doth our flag still wave o'er chills?" To stay free. That's at stake. https://www.purpleheart.org/static/forms/AmericaTheBeautiful.pdf? https://amhistory.si.edu/starspangledbanner/pdf/ssb_lyrics.pdf by Jay O’Toole on September 28th, 2021 |
Noisy place to hunt for words. They trickle out quite slow. Poetry is often blurred, Rehearsing as we go. Soon the show will set the stage. Soon we speak and walk. Soon the songs on many a page will cause the town to talk. Problems like Maria’s hard when postulating truth. Singing like an abbey bard, Impulse to frown at youth. But hope can come when we finally see, the best is with us here. The future’s good, so full and free, and love is blissfully clear. by Jay O’Toole on September 27th, 2021 |
crisp and cool the temps shorter days and longer nights fall is wonderful by Jay O’Toole on September 24th, 2021 |
Away from the manger? O, let me not be denying my Savior, Who gave full and free. The days are now fleeting. He comes for us soon. O, can we not heed Him, Whose Life is our boon? Away from the manger? I dare think it not this awful, great danger, the enemy's plot. I love You, Lord Jesus, You died to redeem my life from destruction, forever to gleem. Away from the manger? O, make it ne'er so. Remind me You came to make me e'er grow. I'll praise You forever, Dear God-made-a-Man. I've nothing more precious than near You to stand. Today in the manger. Tomorrow the cross. Creator and Savior, Redeemer from loss. Each human You made is dear to Your Heart. This Lion forever's the Lamb from the start. The stable, a Door to enter Your Bliss. Your Bliss was before You came us to kiss. The Babe in the hay, the God on the Throne. Forever You rule, Yourself All Alone. by Jay O’Toole on September 23rd, 2021 |
Crisp the air to rest the soul. Geese fly by. The world seems whole. Days of summer, fewer now. Leaves of bulbs begin to bow. Hope refreshed begins to heal. Numbed, the hearts begin to feel. Autumn's such a pleasant time. Rainbow leaves all past their prime. Autumn's blanket lies in death, filling eyes and hearts with breath. Brightens core by Autumn's shroud, blest to dance, in honor bowed. Soon we'll put some plants to bed, then our joy's by pansies fed. Leave the leaves to rustle peace. Pile them up. Let jumps increase. Pumpkins by their orange glow make the warmth of heart to grow. Crickets fiddle through the night. Whippoorwills change dark to light. Frogs and spiders take their fill. Insects quite their tasty will. Logs in hearth, now flick the nose. Acrid scents are pleasant, those. Not too hot, and not too cold. Autumn's porches, tales are told. Music wafts a string-ed tune. Stop the moment. Ends too soon. Welcome, Autumn. Stay awhile. Love your pleasant, restful style. by Jay O’Toole on September 22nd, 2021 |
To read a book like chewing steak seems really rather slow. To read a page, and need a break seems something, that can't grow. "To be a writer, you must read so many books anon." To throw up hands from hearts, that bleed leaves hopeful not a one. For All the Light We Cannot See was read in six-week's time. Why say, that those, who read like me can never writing climb? That some eat jerky on the trail long chewing as they go. They find their way o'er hill and dale, while smaller bites they know. Still others eat a drive-through meal, while rarely finding breaks. They love the scenery's appeal, that faster driving makes. But all can know the author's mind in many bookish ways. Some scan the words, 'til they're half-blind. Some listen much for days. The point is "Learn the author's heart in ev'ry way you can." For when a book would cause you start at least you'll have a plan. by Jay O’Toole on September 21st, 2021 |
With bookends of two caves, He lived was born and buried without place. His resurrection soon arrived to give the lost His lasting grace. No worthy human e'er demands his place in Heaven as a son. No human worth can e'er expand to meet the need His Trophy won. Our hope to live forevermore is by the merits of One Christ. Confess we sin, and then implore forgiveness through His saving Price. by Jay O’Toole on September 20th, 2021 |
To find the place of blessed rest I need to seek the manger bed. He came to live and die as blest, then raise in Hope up from the dead. The manger in a cave with straw was where they laid Him from His Birth. The animals He smelled and saw were made by Him of lasting worth. Retreats we need in Him to be our time away in lasting peace. We carry life so full and free. He bought us this great release. They laid Him in the weekend cave when Death received His given breath for Sin would never find Him, slave, nor would His tomb be decked of heath. The bookends of His earthly days are marvelous to contemplate. two caves observed His swaddled lays, two crosses watched His Presence great. O, bless His sweet Nativity, and rest within, so full and free. we are the chosen He has bought, and daily we are lovely taught. Retreat we find in His dark cave, and Hope He gives to those He saves, for Bethlehem in Christ, we find the rest we need Fore'er and Time. by Jay O’Toole on September 17th, 2021 |
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