In the early hours of the morning a SMS calls
From a friend at work in "Down-Under" who is dear to all
To share what he got from his Daily Bread
A message from Spurgeon it read
Oftentimes a poor broken hearted on bends his knee
But can only utter his wailing in the language ogf sighs and tears
Yet that groan has made all the harps of heaven thrill with music
That tear has been caught and treasured by God
The suppliant, whose fears prevent his words,
Will be understood by the most High
He may only look up with misty eye
But prayer is the falling of a tear
Tears are the diamonds of Heaven
Sighs are a part of the music of the Jehovah's court
And are numbered with the sublimest strains
That reach the majesty on High
He regards not high looks and lofty words
He cares not for the pomp and pageantry of kings
He listens not to the swell of martial music
He regards not the triumph and pride of man
But wherever there is a big with sorrow
Or a lip quivering with agony
Or a deep groan
Or a petential sigh
The heart of Jehovah is open
He marks it down in the registry of His memory
He puts our prayer like rose leaves
Between the pages of His Book of remembrance
And when the volume is opened at last
There shall be a precious fragrance springing up threrefrom
When you cannot use your sword
You may take to the weapon of all-prayer
Sword and spear need furbishing
And prayer never rusts
And when we think it most blunt it cuts the best
The Lord is ready to grant you your desires
You may not always get what you ask
But you shall have your real wants supplied.
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