It is not in me" (Job 28:14).
I remember a summer in which I said, "It is the ocean I need," and I went to the ocean; but it seemed to say, "It is not in me!" The ocean did not do for me what I thought it would. Then I said, "The mountains will rest me," and I went to the mountains, and when I awoke in the morning there stood the grand mountain that I had wanted so much to see; but it said, "It is not in me!" It did not satisfy. Ah! I needed the ocean of His love, and the high mountains of His truth within. It was wisdom that the "depths" said they did not contain, and that could not be compared with jewels or gold or precious stones. Christ is wisdom and our deepest need. Our restlessness within can only be met by the revelation of His eternal friendship and love for us.--Margaret Bottome
My heart is there
Where, on eternal hills, my loved one dwells.
Among the lilies and asphodels
Clad in the brightness of the Great White Throne
Glad in the smile of Him who sits thereon
The glory gilding all His wealth of hair.
And making His immortal face more fair
THERE IS MY TREASURE and my heart is there.
My heart is there
With Him who made all earthly life so sweet
So fit to live, and yet to die so meet
So mild, so grand, so gentle and so brave
So ready to forgive , so strong to save.
His fair, pure Spirit makes the Heavens more fair
And thither rises all my longing prayer
THERE IS MY TREASURE and my heart is there.
Favorite poem of the late- Chas.E.Cowman
You cannot detain the eagle in the forest. You may gather around him a chorus of the choicest birds; you may give him a perch on the goodliest pine; you may charge winged messengers to bring him choicest dainties; but he will spurn them all. Spreading his lofty wings, and with his eye on the Alpine cliff, he will soar away to his own ancestral halls amid the munition of rocks and the wild music of tempest and waterfall.
The soul of man, in its eagle soarings, will rest with nothing short of the Rock of Ages. Its ancestral halls are the halls of Heaven. Its munitions of rocks are the attributes of God. The sweep of its majestic flight is Eternity! “Lord, THOU hast been our dwelling place in all generations.”(Ps.90:1)--Macduff.
My Home is God Himself ”; Christ brought me there.
I laid me down within His mighty arms
He took me up, and safe from all alarms
He bore me "where no foot but His hath trod
Within the holiest at Home with God
And bade me dwell in Him, rejoicing there.
Holy Place! O Home divinely fair
And we, God's little ones, abiding there.
My Home is God Himself"; it was not so.
A long, long road I traveled night and day
And sought to find within myself some way
Aught I could do, or feel to bring me near
Self effort failed, and I was filled with fear
And then I found Christ was the only way
That I must come to Him and in Him stay
And God had told me so.
And now "My Home is God ", and sheltered there
God meets the trails of my earthly life
God compasses me round from storm and strife
God takes the burden of my daily care.
O Wondrous Place ! O Home divinely fair
And I, God's little one, safe hidden there.
Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me
So make me dead to everything but Thee
That as I rest within my Home most fair
My soul may evermore and only see
My God in everything and everywhere
My Home is God.
Author Unknown