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Devotion taken from Streams In The Desert compiled by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
“As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.”
2 Corinthians 6:10
The stoic scorns to shed a tear; the Christian is not forbidden to weep. The soul may be dumb with excessive grief, as the shearer’s scissors pass over the quivering flesh; or, when the heart is on the point of breaking beneath the meeting surges of trial, the sufferer may seek relief by crying out with a loud voice. But there is something even better.
They say that springs of sweet fresh water well up amid the brine of salt seas; that the fairest alpine flowers bloom in the wildest and most rugged mountain passes; that the noblest psalms were the outcome of the profoundest agony of soul.
Be it so. And thus amid manifold trials, souls which love God will find reasons for bounding, leaping joy. Though deep calling to deep, yet the Lord’s song will be heard in silver cadence through the night. And it is possible in the darkest hour that ever swept a human life to bless the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Have you learned this lesson yet? Not simply to endure God’s will, nor only to choose it; but to rejoice in it with joy unspeakable and full of glory. ~From Tried By Fire
I will be be still, although I cannot see it,
The love that bares a soul and fans pain’s fire’
That takes away the last sweet drop of solace,
Breaks the lone harp string, hides Thy precious love.
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But God is love, so I will bide me, bide me–
We’ll doubt not, Soul, we will be very still;
We’ll wait till after while, when He shall lift us–
Yes, after while, when it shall be His will.
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And I did listen to my heart’s brave promise;
And I did quiver, struggling to be still;
And I did lift my tearless eyes to Heaven,
Repeating over, “Yea, Christ, have Thy will.”
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But soon my heart upspake from ‘neath our burden,
Reproved my tight-drawn lips, my visage sad:
“We can do more than this, O Soul,” it whispered.
“We can be more than still, we can be glad!”
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And now my heart and I are sweetly singing–
Singing without the sound of tuneful strings;
Drinking abundant waters in the desert;
Crushed, and yet soaring as on eagle’s wings.
Lord God, Your dear Son went through fiery trials that we will have yet to come close to. His suffering and death on the Cross He experienced–for us. His anguish–His separation from You–for us–He felt its full impact. Yet, the only tears we read about in Scripture, is that He wept for Jerusalem. His tears were not for Himself and the suffering He knew He would endure but for His people who did not receive Him, believe in Him, trust Him. Lord, in our deepest grief, may we remember You and keep our eyes on You and be glad! Help us dear Lord, for Jesus’ sake, Amen.