A man on the pavement was washing the large plate-glass window. There was one soiled spot which seemed to defy all efforts to remove it. After rubbing hard at it, using much soap and water, and failing to remove it, he found out the trouble. “It’s on the inside,” he called out to someone in the shop. Nothing but the Holy Spirit can cleanse the inside of a man’s life, for there the Holy Spirit alone can reach.
Recompense
Written by a Canadian soldier, on the Somme battlefield.
Although I do not know God’s wondrous ways,
Yet I believe from out life’s puzzling maze
I shall be brought. He knows.
I do not ask to see the journey’s end,
For He walks at my side just like a friend,
So all is well. He sees.
I will not care though roads are long and rough,
Sure will His grace sustain, and that’s enough
To bear me up. He cares.
I would not be my own guide if I might,
But rather trust to His unerring sight
To lead me on. He guides.
I could not guard myself, for that were vain,
Yet this I know, He faithful will remain
And keep me safe. He guards.
I would not live when done my task is here,
For I can heed His summons without fear.
He died for me. He lives.
So when from scenes of earth He beckons hence
To fairer realms, ‘twill be sweet recompense,
For evermore with Him.