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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)    |
one day it is warm cold returns for half a week winter in the south by Jay O'Toole on February 16th, 2020 |
Wondrous Love within the heart makes glow the life in every part. Wondrous Love throughout the mind makes daily thoughts of grace so kind. Wondrous Love upon the tongue makes words become blest songs we've sung. Wondrous Love doth charge the nose to make all smells of life a rose. Wondrous Love will nerve the arm to bless and keep from all alarm. Wondrous Love will lay our path to fill with joy and grow our laugh. Wondrous Love will keep each day a bounteous feast and childlike play. Wondrous Love, my heart's desire to finish well, to all inspire. by Jay O'Toole on February 15th, 2020 |
How wondrous wife in all your many traits of beauty and creative gifts most rare! I love the time we spend on earthly dates. What peace I feel from lifted daily care! Your smiling face doth brighten ev'ry room. How sweet your kiss to bless my joy-filled heart! The daffodils, though starting now to bloom, are pastel next to His Divinest art. The friendship wafts from your dear spoken words. To hold your hand makes hopeful life to soar. Your tongue creates the songs of little birds. What balm to ear! I always long for more. I thank you for the gift of days as one. I'm grateful, that our love will ne'er be done. by Jay O'Toole on February 14th, 2020 |
What a pretty face! What a radiant smile! What a figure, oh so young, and always quite in style! Still a teen for three more months when we married long ago. We raised each other. That's for sure, and still, we need to grow. The world professes, that you've gotten older through the years, but I still see a youthful face in every smile so clear. The fact is I still choose you o'er and over every day. I'm glad for your dear "Yes!' to me in Loves you always say. You wake up with a pretty face! Your smile outshines the sun! Your wondrous figure glows with grace! You are my only one! by Jay O'Toole on February 13th, 2020 |
Verse #1 If the Bread of Life could make our world completely in one week, He'd have to be the One our hearts would always seek. Verse #2 If the Light of the world could split the darkness with only one word, He'd have to be the hope, that clears my vision, blurred. Bridge #1 Oh, when my search for truth has let me down, the One, who made me shows I've been found. Verse #3 If the thirst of my soul could draw me to be quenched by only You. I'd come to this lone well, and be completely new. Verse #4 If the One, who is the Way could guide me daily mile by mile, I'd follow Him through life to bask in His great smile. Bridge #2 Then when my last, long breaths were growing few, I'd look to You and live eternally. This new song uses the tune of "If" by the group, Bread. by Jay O'Toole on February 12th, 2020 |
How we love the world around us shows the love, that lives within. If we hope, that Christ has crowned us, evermore the day begin. Each success and lasting vict'ry will be weighed in Wisdom's scales. Giving hope to the poor and gentry comforts servants through daily trails. The last of life on Earth is part of every day that's gone before. Live we love to every heart before and when those days explore. "Trust in the Lord with all your being. Do not lean on what your mind can know. Look to Him in all you're seeing. Your path, His direction e'er will grow." (Proverbs 3:5-6) by Jay O'Toole on February 11th, 2020 |
So many poems are platitudes in flowery script so fine. Yet, when the subject, it concludes, will love be known as kind? "I'll love you to the moon and back." "I'll dance upon the sun." "I'll serve you ever with great tact." "We'll laugh and have great fun!" A wag from many years ago, quite sums it up for me. "I'd climb the highest mount for you. I'd swim the deepest ocean, too. I'd fly across the sky so blue. To cross the hottest desert I'd do, just to be with you, and I'll see you Thursday if it doesn't rain." It's real, I mean, you see? A poem of flowers is red and blue, and sugary sweet, I mean like you. How easy it is to kiss a cow, too, before sarcasm's through! "I love you more than the grains of sand." "I tingle when I hold your hand." "Your kisses are the syrupy kind." "I kissed many toads, before you, I did find." Now, syrupy sweetness doth have a sure place, when youthful our hearts of energy and grace. And nothing is wrong with hyperbole when chasing a love, that "I want with me!" But is there no place for honesty spoke when the love of my life knows I'm quite a joke? That strapping young buck now works with a paunch, and the opinions of youth are now not quite as staunch. There is no less a place for an honesty card, that admits what we are, whether mucker or bard. Not as pretty I trow, but a sight more in line with the man, that I am, and that beauty so fine. "I'll love you, my dear, when you're ralphing commode as you're carrying our little one enlarging abode." "I'll love when our home's overflowing with cats." I'll love you 'til exercise soon catches my fat." "I'll ask, 'Who?' when you want to know if the other woman's cute." "I'll say, 'I'm in your corner, and for you, I'll always root." "That boy, that you knew, who was handsome and cool is now older with a body, rearranged as a rule." All those things, that I said, are still true I admit, but my "get up and go" needs more "get up and git." I love you, my dear! That is truly a fact! But my greatness from "then," in my now's at a lack. I'm a '69 Ford F100, I know with original parts, and still rolling I go. I'd run off of regular if I could find the stuff, but the love, that I'm hauling for you's quite enough. by Jay O'Toole on February 10th, 2020 |
We give out hearts of many kinds to celebrate the day. Relationships are bles-sed finds so many humans say. But most of all we live this truth for love is what we need. Throughout our life and from our youth the heart does more than bleed. The heart may be a chocolate treat we give to our deepest love, and love may be the warmth we greet in sunlight from Above. The cherished love our parents marred at one forbidden tree was resurrected by Christ once scarred upon Mount Calvary. It was for love, He came a Child, and lived three decades, more. It was for love, He was reviled. Those beatings did implore. It was for love, He laid in state within a borrowed tomb. It was for love, He rose so great from Earth's cold, musty womb. It is for love He knocks the door of each cold, selfish heart, that given entrance he shows more than thoughts could ever start. We think of love in human terms upon Saint Valentines' Day, but do we know His Word confirms Christ's love is on display? His saving grace, His love, that woos all lost ones to believe is the calling to know, that we are Whose we are when Him receive. Th'eternal bride He builds each day by saving a chosen soul, then placing on the narrow way, forever, newly whole. His undying love fore'er expressed on the pages he has writ. A Valentine's card, so warm and blest to hearts with His so knit. Upon Saint Valentine's Day, we smile, that the greatest Lover lives in a Mansion, where we'll rest awhile, amazed at all He gives. But when we feast our eyes upon The One, who bears the wounds, The sacrificial, loving Son. Forsaking things, we'll change our tune, and weep at the Chosen One. The Ever Day, the lasting kiss, the Glory and embrace will show the truth of only this. It's Mercy and His Grace. by Jay O'Toole on February 9th, 2020 |
| beats beats of my beats of my heart beats of my heart for you beats of my heart for your life beats of my heart for your life with beats of my heart for your life with me beats of my heart for your life with me in beats of my heart for your life with me in love living, breathing beats of love for life in love with living in my hopeful beats of love, this only with you living in my hopeful beats of love only for you, My Dear living in my dearest, hopeful beats of love, My Dearest living in my dearest, hopeful beats for you, My Dearest Love I waited long for you in living beats of love, My Dearest I waited long for you in living beats of love, My Dear I waited long for you alive in beats of love, Dearest I waited long for you, living love, My Dearest One I waited, living love, knowing you were My Dear I waited, living love, knowing you were mine I wanted you with me forever in my heart I wanted you and me ever in my heart I wanted you-me ever in my heart I wanted we to be in my heart I wanted us in my heart I love you, heart I love you! __________________________________________________________ I'm laying it all on the line for you, My Dearest Love. For Valentine's Day, 2020 for my wife of 33 1/2 years. by Jay O'Toole on February 8th, 2020 |
torrents pour all night puddles make the plants all "swim" grateful to slate thirst by Jay O'Toole on February 6th, 2020 |
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