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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
| Taking daily steps is boring when we'd spend our life exploring other lands, overseas, wandering lust. Some are fancy with their living, others bless by joyous giving, "squeaky wheels are always getting the grease." Days are filled with cleaning dishes, waiting for our hopes and wishes, cleaning floors, a must for animal hairs. Daily writing takes one's brain cells with goodness slow, takes time to jell, while writing alone, sitting in my space. Waiting is a part of life, too, as sleeping costs its daily due for who can go without a nightly nap? Keeping fit each day is grueling as we're aging muscles schooling, consistency is hopeful in the end. Let's keep at it in the woodshed, writing tomes of words we want read, pouring through Reason's sieve to see what sticks. Trudging hours of weary writing without a publisher biting as mind-muscles are formed for the long haul. "Is it worth it?" we still wonder o'er the hills, through valley thunder with a marathon run through cold and rain. One day when I least expect it, "Your work is good, we'll direct it" as days of waiting have their final worth. |
The flower children want their way. It makes no difference what we say. The crime they flog is "different thought." "Agree with us, with what we taught." Returning back to moral ground is what we need, I've always found. Be good to those, who share our Heart, as well to others. There, we start. Though one may tear the leader's speech, while seeking cause his job to impeach, the character of childish souls will always show contrary goals. To give us hope, that we may see the ways our God has made us be, perform our best, restoring whole the nation's soul is a worthy goal. To enter through to days of bliss may cause us to wonder how to do this. Will thoughts be universally taught? Will social place be merit bought? Is unity a possible goal before our hearts from sin are whole? The ways we're moving are filled with hope, but sinful still, can we yet cope? The Prince of Peace will come to reign, throughout the world will favor gain. Before it's true, the worst will be, since Revelation makes us see. The Garden showed us how to live allegiance to the Creator give. Yet, when we fell and broke the world, God's saving banner He unfurled. The worst of times are lived in sin. Each day defeat. We never win. Repenting we can seek the Son. New birth transforms. The victory's won. The best of times will be complete, when newness, wonder, then we greet. We'll know the ways of Christ will soar to fit us for the Evermore. The title of this poem came from this famous quote. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” ― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/341391-it-was-the-best-of-times-it-was-the-wors... by Jay O'Toole on February 5th, 2020 |
Verse #1 Wondrous record, life in Christ lives for me each day and night. I was lost, adrift in sin, but my spirit He did win. Chorus Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus He rose to save us, all. Verse #2 In the Garden, full of fruit, one big sin, that looked so cute. Eating then has changed us all. God came looking with His call. Chorus Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus He rose to save us, all. Verse #3 Broken humans needed One, who would save, the Living Son. As a baby came to live, on the cross His life to give. Chorus Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus He rose to save us, all. Verse #4 When they laid Him in a tomb sin no more on Earth had room. When He knocks on your heart's door, let Him in forevermore. Chorus Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus He rose to save us, all. Verse #5 Others need Him just as we. They need redemption, soul set free. When their hearts with His will beat, His great family they will meet. Chorus Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus. Hope, hope in Jesus He rose to save us, all. (This new song was written to be sung to the tune of "Jesus Loves Me.") by Jay O'Toole on February 4th, 2020 |
The poem writ when I was young, explored the depths of angst. Of filly foal, my heart had sung with no response, nor thanks. The exercise of writing verse renewed my wounded soul. emotions poured, the best from worst, and quickly I was whole. "Oh, thank you, Lord, for giving me peace. This medicine is great! If you'll give me this gift and increase, for you, I'll write from this date." The years have passed as poems flow. I write of Lord and love. Few gifted ones I've come to know, but I've guidance from Above. But much has changed, since The Poet's Place has been my friendly home. They've helped renew and lift in grace, while paring a wordy tome. Philosophy's the steering gale in which the barque makes way. Proverbs 3 still billows sail to nerve what fingers say. I trust the Lord with all my heart. My understanding's small. I lean not on my self-filled part. His name is the one I call. (Proverbs 3:5) In all my ways I honor Him, at least I try this do, and when my best is rather slim, He guides my paths so true. (Proverbs 3:6) I try to write of earthly things as classic poets taught, but when I stray, my heart still sings of Christ, my spirit's bought. My words still light and rest ensconced in hearts, who love the Lord. I live my life for one response. "Well done," the Master's word. by Jay O'Toole on February 3rd, 2020 |
The goodness I do not deserve is from the Lord, Who gave His life for me. The daily ways, that I can for Him serve bring peace into my heart to free. "For I know the thoughts I think toward you," thus saith the living Lord. "I've thoughts of peace to see you through, and not of ill by the living Word. An expected end will never be deferred." (Jeremiah 29:11) Preparation leads to sowing, then the waiting leads to grace. Harvest of the grain, that's growing, shows the Father's blessing place. "Lord, I need your sabbath rest. Help me enter your Day of Peace. In your arms, I'm fully blest, and Hope will come with your release." Wisdom comes from peace within. Father keeps a hopeful heart. Waiting on Him protects from sin, and Joy will give a bless-ed start. by Jay O'Toole on February 2nd, 2020 |
2020 clarity is the year in which we see. Wondrous hope to fully live. Every day the more to give. 2020 dreams can birth thoughts, which truly have great worth. Wondrous sight to fully see gifts from God, He's placed in me. 2020 books to write. Ideas from the One, Who's bright. Wondrous days of sunny bliss. The work of God was made for this. 2020 family joy with smiling hearts for girls and boys. Wondrous sounds with sight to hear, environments so blessed and clear. by Jay O'Toole on February 1st, 2020 |
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