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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 (Philippians 2:13, KJV) https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon    |
The eagle's nest above the fray hath treasured hope for kith and kin. To the heights, the eagle mounts the day, and safely keeps its young to win. The tropic gale of hurricane force it boasts itself of feathered demise to shred the nest on its furious course. No reason but its surly prize. Will rocky crags prevent the gale? Will eagle's nest and young ones live? Will gallant bird in final fail be nearer extinction than to thrive? The days of past in victor's pride the eagle weathered torrent's blast, but now the violent water's belied the menace, that could breach its mast. "Be strong, O Eagle, beak now chipped of rock, that flew by gale's worst pitch. We have great hope thy case be flipped by the sun, that makes the storm not so rich." The eagle fights though pummelled sore by arrogant winds, that seek its death. Secures his young ones long before he lights and draws his final breath. The eagle's strength is the greatest match for the maelstrom's breath and its evil mind. Defeat may try in vain to attach to the eagle eyes to make it blind. At the end of the day, it will dispatch its living presence, none can bind. by Jay O'Toole on March 8th, 2021 |
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So beautifully written.
