Sunlight is never more grateful than after a long watch in the midnight blackness; Christ’s presence is never more acceptable than after a time of weeping, on account of his departure. It is a sad thing that we should need to lose our mercies to teach us to be grateful for them; let us mourn over this crookedness of our nature; and let us strive to express our thankfulness for mercies, so that we may not have to lament their removal. If thou desirest Christ for a perpetual guest, give him all the keys of thine heart; let not one cabinet be locked up from him; give him the range of every room, and the key of every chamber; thus you will constrain him to remain. – Charles Spurgeon
We give him the keys
But yet strive to achieve
Him opening up the doors
To our secrets of remorse
We ask for a visitation
but have no room for a habitation,
Of the cluttered shelves that hold empty pleasures for the heart.
We want to feel His presence
But yet don’t harbor Him when He passes by.
We want a touch but yet we move away when He gets close enough.
We want a revelation, But choose to ignore when He speaks.
Let not love pass us by, for the temporary possessions that we may possess.
For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul? Mark 8:36