The flowers which grow in earth's garden, wither in our hands while we smell
them. They are as frail as they are fair. They grow out of the dust and
to the dust must they return. As Herbert says,"Their root is ever in their
grave, and they must die!"
How speedy is their withering. They are gathered by the hand and laid before us and they wilt and become sickly, fainting, decaying objects. At the very longest, their lives smile through a day or two, and all is over.
Which of earth's joys is better than her flowers? Health flies, wealth takes to itself wings, honor is a puff of air, and pleasure is a bubble!
Only from Heaven can we expect "pleasure forever more," and "everlasting joy." The Rose of Sharon blooms through all the ages; and the Lily of the Valley, which is Jesus himself, outlasts all time. Yes, this is the only Everlasting Flower, for He alone has immortality. Why, then, should we seek for the living among the dead or search for substance in the land of shadows?
Henceforth, my soul . . .
gather your Hearts-ease in the garden of the Lord, pluck your Forget-me-nots from beds which Christ has planted, and look for your Crown-Imperial only in the Paradise above.
How speedy is their withering. They are gathered by the hand and laid before us and they wilt and become sickly, fainting, decaying objects. At the very longest, their lives smile through a day or two, and all is over.
Which of earth's joys is better than her flowers? Health flies, wealth takes to itself wings, honor is a puff of air, and pleasure is a bubble!
Only from Heaven can we expect "pleasure forever more," and "everlasting joy." The Rose of Sharon blooms through all the ages; and the Lily of the Valley, which is Jesus himself, outlasts all time. Yes, this is the only Everlasting Flower, for He alone has immortality. Why, then, should we seek for the living among the dead or search for substance in the land of shadows?
Henceforth, my soul . . .
gather your Hearts-ease in the garden of the Lord, pluck your Forget-me-nots from beds which Christ has planted, and look for your Crown-Imperial only in the Paradise above.
[Charles H. Spurgeon]
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Colossians 3:2 ... Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.
Psalm 16:11 ... Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Song of Solomon 2:1 ... I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
Isaiah 40:8 ... The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever. ❤
