A Poem: In Christ

I'm reading a book by C.H. Spurgeon titled: The Pastor in Prayer.  In that book was this poem that I thought I would share with you.  The Lord is working this pastor over as it relates to how little we - how little I pray.  May God through the Spirit of God continue to convict me and drive me to my knees.  May I stay there until I am no longer driven but ever present at the mercy-seat in the throne room in the New Jerusalem.

Spurgeon was familiar with this mercy-seat, he sought for heavenly guidance and found in the exercise of prayer a well-spring of joy, and the inspiration for his ministry.  Things not seen and eternal ever lay within the range of his soul’s vision, and he lived as one who had business with eternity.  I too want that and have access to it being in Christ.  Enjoy...


In Christ I feel the heart of God

Throbbing from heaven through earth:

Life stirs again within the clod:

Renewed in beauteous birth,

The soul springs up, a flower of prayer,

Breathing his breath out on the air.

In Christ I touch the hand of God,

From His pure height reached down,

By blessed ways before untrod,

To lift us to our crown;—

Victory that only perfect is

Through loving sacrifice, like His.

Holding His hand, my steadied feet

May walk the air, the seas;

On life and death His smile falls sweet,—

Lights up all mysteries:

Stranger nor exile can I be

In new worlds where He leadeth me.

Not my Christ only: He is ours;

Humanity’s close bond;

Key to its vast unopened powers,

Dream of our dreams beyond.—

What yet we shall be, none can tell;

Now are we His, and all is well.

                                                                                      - Lucy Larcom.