Posted tagged ‘Morning by Morning’

Gleaning Some Good Words — “Morning by Morning”, Spurgeon, 8/1

November 10, 2013

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Let me now go to the field, and glean ears of corn.”
Ruth 2:2

Downcast and troubled Christian
come and glean today in the broad field of promise.
Here are abundance of precious promises,
which exactly meet your wants.
Take this one: “He will not break the bruised reed,
nor quench the smoking flax.”

Does that suit your case?
A reed, helpless, insignificant,
and weak, a bruised reed, out of which
no music can come;
weaker than weakness itself;
a reed, and that reed bruised,
yet, he will not break you;
but on the contrary, will restore
and strengthen you. You are like the smoking
fire: no light, no warmth, can come from you;
but he will not quench you; he will blow with his sweet
breath of mercy till he fans you to a flame.

Would you glean another ear?
“Come to me all you that are weary
and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

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Take another ear of corn:
“Fear not, you worm Jacob,
I will help you, says the Lord and your Redeemer,
the Holy One of Israel.”  How can you fear
with such a wonderful
assurance as this?
You may gather ten thousand
such golden ears as these!

“I have blotted out your sins like a cloud,
and like a thick cloud your transgressions.”
Or this, “Though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they be red like crimson,
they shall be as wool.”  Or this,
“The Spirit and the Bride say,
Come, and let him that is thirsty
come, and whosoever will
let him take the water of life freely.”

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Poor timid believer!
Gather them up,
make them your own,
for Jesus bids you take them.
Be not afraid, only believe!
Grasp these sweet promises,
thresh them out by meditation
and feed on them with joy.

The Rough Fight of Love, Spurgeon March 12

March 12, 2013

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Would you be a feather-bed
warrior, instead of bearing
the rough fight of love?

He who dares the most,
shall win the most;
and if rough be your path of love,

tread it boldly,
still loving your neighbours
through thick and thin.

Heap coals of fire
on their heads
and if they be hard to please,

seek not to please them,
but to please your Master;
and remember if they spurn your love,

your Master has not spurned it,
and your deed is as acceptable
to Him as if it had been acceptable to them.

Love your neighbour,
for in so doing you are
following the footsteps of Christ.

Be Bold to Believe: Charles Spurgeon’s Spoken Word, February 23

February 23, 2013

I will never leave thee.”—Hebrews 13:5.

Be bold to believe, for He has said,
“I will never leave you, nor forsake you.”
In this promise, God gives to His people everything.

“I will never leave you.”
Then no attribute of God
can cease to be engaged for us.

Is He mighty?
He will show Himself strong
on the behalf of them that trust Him.

Is He love?
Then with lovingkindness
will He have mercy upon us.

Whatever attributes
may compose
the character of Deity,

every one of them to its fullest
extent shall be engaged on our side.
To put everything in one,

there is nothing you can want,
there is nothing you can ask for,
there is nothing you can need in time or in eternity,

there is nothing living, nothing dying,
there is nothing in this world,
nothing in the next world,

there is nothing now,
nothing at the resurrection-morning,
nothing in heaven which is not contained in this text—

“I will never leave you, nor forsake you.”

Beachcombing

April 12, 2011

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Today, I found this unexpected treasure of free verse, complete with  meter, alliteration, assonance and exquisite imagery, lying  buried  in the sands of C.H. Spurgeon’s classic devotional, “Morning by Morning.”   All I did was frame it.  The Prince of Preachers, I am convinced, was a closeted  modern poet.    This is my outreach to poetry haters who love God.

Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten
in the ocean of  His griefs;
but how high ought our love to rise!

Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus,
like the sea at the flood in spring tides,
cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares,

lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord’s feet,
and there let me lie, a poor broken shell,
washed up by His love, having no virtue or value;

and only venturing to whisper to Him
that if He will put his ear to me,
He will hear within my heart faint echoes

of the vast waves of His own love
which have brought me where it is my delight to lie,
even at His feet forever.