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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 measure of one's life on Earth, how can we humans see? The best we offer, what it's worth? How lasting will it be? The meager words we seem to speak, the deeds we oft repeat. If we the lasting Day could peek, then be we chaff or wheat? The dishes wash we every day. The lawn we mow quite oft, but does the Lord have aught to say, or will a hat He doff? The days of changing diapers come, and go with blazing speed, but when we're in them all the sum is the tortoise's race we read. We laugh, and play, and work, and live, until we breathe our last. The things we do, the hope we give, what measure is the past? Have others seen the Living Light because we live for Him? Will the future Day be free from night because He saved from sin? Salvation is of Christ Alone. I have no good in me. I'll stand before His lasting Throne in Christ, so full and free. His Grace entrusted to my heart, how have I lived for Him? The measure of my life from the start is what His merits win. by Jay O’Toole on July 15th, 2021 |
Frozen hearts are sad and dark, so full of self and covered bark. Destroyed within, receiving all. They give to no one's furtive call. Frozen hearts by coldest ice, condemn their lives by cut and slice. Warmth and wholeness made with friends are lost on those, who hardness tend. Somehow odd, a snowman warms the coldest hearts without alarms. Gentle, tender, loving ways, with smiles, he always loves and plays. Fin'lly sisters make amends. The coldest heart in gladness rends. Hopeful days inspiring life, they smooth the past, and cease the strife. Loving acts and hygge thoughts, they bless our days in lessons taught. Smitten hearts once made so cold revive by love in acts so bold. Death upon a cross so tough, His perfect love was quite enough. Melt the heart of coldest sin His resurrection life did win. Warmth of days forever bloom through One, Who laid in the garden tomb. Frozen hearts are made His own to ever reign on each human throne. Cold of death, and works, that cease by His dear work brought us increase. The sleep of death, His Sabbath rest, on Sunday rose Salvation Blest. by Jay O’Toole on July 14th, 2021 |
So blest are they, who live with Thee. They'll still be praising You. The man is blest, whose strength we see in He, Whose ways shine through. Who passing through the tearful vale will quench the desperate thirst. In gentle rain or flooding gale it fills the pool at first. They go anon from strength so strong. They're blest to rest in Him. Each one of them in Zion's song appears 'fore God to win. Let this one mind reside in you, which lived in Christ, the Lord. He is the form of God all through, obeying Father's Word. He made Himself the least of all. A servant He became, that like unto all men, His call transforms to He the same. His fashion as a man, His Choice. He humbled Self down low. Obedient to death rejoiced, upon the cross to go. And serving God obediently, His Father lifted High This Lone Loved Son, most full and free, The Name we worship by. That at the Name of Jesus, blest all knees should lowly bow, of Heaven's high and full behest, of Earth and all below. That ev'ry tongue should say, confess, "This Jesus Christ is Lord!" We'll glorify the Father Blest, obeying e'er The Word. And why should we yet praise the Lord? Because He rose up from the grave, fulfilling all His Holy Word as He Alone, Who all could save. This poem is based upon the words of Psalm 84:4-7 and Philippians 2:5-11, both in the King James Version of the Bible. by Jay O’Toole on July 13th, 2021 |
Our moments give us time to live. Our days are times of active joy. Review our thoughts, that hope may thrive. Reject the bad, the good employ. Our days are times of active joy, that moments live in lasting realm. Reject the bad, the good employ, that Jesus mans the ship's lone helm. That moments live in lasting realm, there rests within a noble peace. For Jesus mans the ship's lone helm to give us days, that grow, increase. There rests within a noble peace, a harbor, safe, and free from storm to give us days, that grow, increase, all free from lasting shame, alarm. A harbor, safe, and free from storm in moments', silent, thoughtful rest. All free from lasting shame, alarm with honor through each Earthly test. In moments', silent, thoughtful rest 'mid rainfilled leaves of thriving elm with honor through each Earthly test, The Lord of Glory ne'er o'erwhelmed. 'Mid rainfilled leaves of thriving elm our moments give us time to live. The Lord of Glory ne'er o'erwhelmed. Review our thoughts, that hope may thrive. by Jay O’Toole on July 12th, 2021 |
The gentle light from clos-ed blinds confesses, "Day is here." Continue we in what we find. His Help removing fear. The "gentle" light, outside is strong, the heat is forceful, harsh. How steamy ev'ry birding song within a boiling marsh! The gentle light gives hope, that soon this life on Earth will see The Light of Christ more bright than noon, His children's days to free. The gentle light as the brightest sun may blind the darkest heart, but when he comes the vict'ry's won. Th'Eternal Day will start. by Jay O’Toole on July 9th, 2021 |
| Ubiquitous - We find it everywhere. In each face, it seems a cloud. On the ground, it paves a road. Seas of stuff we swim or boat. Atmosphere, it covers Earth. Refuse to see it? Close your eyes. by Jay O’Toole on July 8th, 2021 |
Wisdom's time on Earth begins as we see a lack. Self was born of selfish sin. Never we're on track. Wisdom's Time will reach beyond daily lives of Earth, being free in Lordly bond, saved through His new birth. Wisdom's Time will guide each mind, planned by Christ Alone, making see the ones once blind, bowing before His Throne. by Jay O’Toole on July 7th, 2021 |
This kudzu covers all the land. Be careful where you plant. It wraps your feet, now where you stand. You'd move, but No. You can't. How did it get here? Where's it from? And how can we be rid of this invasive vine that's come as planter's lowest bid? It seemed like such a fine idea when first we brought it home, It'd stretch from here to Idumea, if we could pull it some. O, Kudzu, pretty when you're small, but ugly when you're old. If we could change you, new name call, how rich, if you were gold! by Jay O’Toole on July 6th, 2021 |
Independence Day is when began our quest to free ourselves from the bonds of the Crown and the royal man, who kept us on his shelves. Independence is a curious word, that seems to stand alone as though our Freedom, like a bird makes air its lasting throne. Independence is a misnomer, until we see the Truth. All Freedom in the mind, sober, on God rests from our youth. Independence means unhooking from the one, who's most unwise, depending on The Lord, Who comes to claim us as His Prize. Independence makes confession's boast, depending on the Lord. Our Freedom is our lasting toast in fealty to His Word. by Jay O’Toole on July 5th, 2021 |
| When others live in their own way, affecting how you'd live, just hold what God, the Lord did say to find the Hope He gives. When others cause your deepest dreams to leave the pedestal to make your life much less it seems. The future's now regrettable, but not what God redeems. When others call your faith a sham, deny the God you serve, remember He's the Great I Am. Our praise He fully deserves. When others leave the proven truths carved by the fathers' hands, indulging all the wants of youth, rejecting what was planned, find comfort in the lasting words of One, Who walked below to live the perfect life we've heard, and save the day we know, assured we are that others will know the pain of each selfish heart, but what a hope and lasting thrill when others trust His new start. When others finally bend the knee to He, Who changes all, rejoice we will so wondrous free as those, who on Him call. by Jay O’Toole on July 2nd, 2021 |
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