Saturday, February 14, 2009


Morning, April 12th

“My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.”

Psalm 22:14

Our souls may sometimes long and faint, and thirst even to anguish, to behold the light of the Lord’s countenance: at such times let us stay ourselves with the sweet fact of the sympathy of our great High Priest. 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.

Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening

2 comments:

Melanie said...

Ohhhhhh.... that is SOOOOO beautiful!!! What can I say!

Katya said...

Amen!