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From dawn to Dawn

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Sleep is but an irritation,

When eternity stand so close.

It’s when I move away from Him

That I love my sleep the most.

Then let me be tired and discomposed.

Let Him solely be my strength.

Then, I shall rise and do my work,

Till eternity shows its length.

From the dawn to The Dawn;

The place my Lord adored!

Let my back to perceive the darkness,

Let my soul on Him be moored!

I’ve only “now” to do His work,

None “other” will time allow;

The place to set my feeble hands,

Holding tightly to His plow.

Come reap what lovely things are Yours,

Your Holy hand has sown.

Make straight the furrow

And dig it deep.

Bring Glory to Your Throne.

By His Grace

Waiting for His Calling

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I so look forward to the last moment I will see what man has built.  The last breath of air.  The last rejection of the Gospel.  The last conversation regarding the things of time.

I look forward to the last expression of hatred I am forced to witness.  I want to see my last sunrise.  May my last winter approach me quickly.  And may I pull my blankets up for the last time soon.

I still have great vigor to testify for the Glorious Lord Jesus.  I still have a sound mind to reason with man.  Surely there are millions who have not confronted the Gospel.  And every day is simply too short to do it all.

So there is faith to build, breath to use for his beautiful sake, rejection to encounter, minutes to come and go, hatred to endure, sunrises to pronounce the end of the sweet hour of prayer, a winter, or more, in which pulling my blankets up is pleasurable.

But how I yearn, to see the face of the One who has loved me.  How I yearn for eternity of real peace.  How I long to see those great men of the Lord Jesus.  I am anxious to meet the least in the kingdom of heaven, that I may embrace him as my brother forever.

May my time to come home appear swiftly Holy Lord.  Amen.

By His Grace

Weariness

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Why are you tired?  You are not tired from lack of sleep.  Your soul is weary and longing to belong.

You have spent all you have on enticements.   Yet you hope to find meaning for the next breath you take.

Sleep is what wears you out; that never ending sleep of ignorance.  You do not know the things that give men strength.  So you wear yourself out searching through things that cannot give peace.

What sleep you gain is for the body.  But the soul is near delirium for sleepless days and nights.

Worry consumes you, even though you smile and laugh.  When you cry there is no release; your tears become only futile vapor.  And when you ponder the greatest of things, you find no understanding.

You purpose in your heart: “I will embrace the highest of laws; righteousness shall become my habit.  I will do the things of eternity, then I will find peace.” 

But the work is too great, habits too fleeting.   Soon what was gained is tarnished by weakness.  And no sleep has come to your soul.  You have only added more work to a weary soul.

Where then is rest?  Can any man tell you where it is found?  You search and ask and listen, but you hear no faithful sound.

Hear, my friend, I’ll tell you.  The strength to live each day lives beyond impenetrable Mountains.  A craggy mount no man can climb, bars peaceful rest for your soul.  But he who lives enthroned above, will come to help you stand your ground.

Read the words of centuries past.  Let sobriety fill your ears.  Humility sees what pride cannot.  And gains that  comfort through the years.
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“Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens:
    Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one
    and calls forth each of them by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
    not one of them is missing.
27 Why do you complain, Jacob?
    Why do you say, Israel,
“My way is hidden from the Lord;
    my cause is disregarded by my God”?
28 Do you not know?
    Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
    the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
    and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
    and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
    and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
    will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
    they will run and not grow weary,
    they will walk and not be faint.”  (Isaiah 40)