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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 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 |
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