PAUSE, PERUSE AND PONDER

The best of men are conscious above all others that they are men at the best.

--- C.  H. SPURGEON

LIFE ITSELF

LIFE ITSELF

Life itself is a Chronicle;
Each phase is like a cubicle.
Though it might look intangible;
Passing through it is inevitable.

To make impact is like a trouble
Humanly, all efforts will crumble
No matter how you try & hustle
Without God you will tumble

The promise of a man is like a bubble
Which when you take & try to grapple
Will dissolve like an the cry of a cuckoo
And dangerous like walking on broken bottle

Christ's grace makes one eligible;
To move through life needs indefatigable.
In storms and billows, immoveable
Because He is is always available.

Life is  not a joke nor a riddle
Because there many a tussle
That will want you to continually struggle
Only in Christ you're safe even in life's thistle

The call of the Omnipotent's grace is ample
Anyone who hears and can be humble
To come to Him even with his bungle
Will have all in life in a nuzzle

You will be decorated in a linen purple
With Christ you'll never fumble
Even when life come with it trouble
Surely you will have no reason to dazzle

PAUSE, PERUSE AND PONDER

The bitter herbs of Gethsemane have often taken away the bitters of your life; the scourge of Gabbatha has often scourged away your cares, and the groans of Calvary have put all other groans to flight. Thus Calvary yields us comfort rare and rich

--- C. H. SPURGEON

PAUSE, PERUSE AND PONDER

We never should have known Christ’s love in all its heights and depths if he had not died; nor could we guess the Father’s deep affection if he had not given his Son to die. The common mercies we enjoy all sing of love, just as the sea-shell, when we put it to our ears, whispers of the deep sea whence it came; but if we desire to hear the ocean itself, we must not look at every-day blessings, but at the transactions of the crucifixion. He who would know love, let him retire to Calvary and see the Man of sorrows die.

---  C. H. SPURGEON

PAUSE, PERUSE AND PONDER

PAUSE, PERUSE AND PONDER

And his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. — Exodus 17:12 So mighty was the prayer of Moses, that all depended upon it. The petitions of Moses discomfited the enemy more than the fighting of Joshua. Yet both were needed. So, in the soul’s conflict, force and fervour, decision and devotion, valour and vehemence, must join their forces, and all will be well. You must wrestle with your sin, but the major part of the wrestling must be done alone in private with God. Prayer, like Moses’, holds up the token of the covenant before the Lord. The rod was the emblem of God’s working with Moses, the symbol of God’s government in Israel. Learn, O pleading saint, to hold up the promise and the oath of God before him. The Lord cannot deny his own declarations. Hold up the rod of promise, and have what you will. Moses grew weary, and then his friends assisted him. When at any time your prayer flags, let faith support one hand, and let holy hope uplift the other, and prayer seating itself upon the stone of Israel, the rock of our salvation, will persevere and prevail. Beware of faintness in devotion; if Moses felt it, who can escape? It is far easier to fight with sin in public, than to pray against it in private. It is remarked that Joshua never grew weary in the fighting, but Moses did grow weary in the praying; the more spiritual an exercise, the more difficult it is for flesh and blood to maintain it. Let us cry, then, for special strength, and may the Spirit of God, who helpeth our infirmities, as he allowed help to Moses, enable us like him to continue with our hands steady “until the going down of the sun;” till the evening of life is over; till till we shall come to the rising of a better sun in the land where prayer is swallowed up in praise.
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