In the Sanctuary and in the Sea (psalm 77: 13)


Verse 13,19In the sanctuary and In the sea. His way is in the sanctuary, and His way is in the sea. Now there is a great difference between these two things. First of all, God’s way is in the sanctuary, where all is light, all is clear. There is no mistake there. There is nothing, in the least degree, that is a harass to the spirit. On the contrary, it is when the poor, troubled one enters into the sanctuary, and views things there in the light of God, that he sees the end of all else — everything that is entangled, the end of which he cannot find on the earth. But not only is God’s way in the sanctuary (and when we are there, all is bright and happy); but God’s way is in the “sea.” He walks where we cannot always trace his footsteps. God moves mysteriously by times, as we all know. There are ways of God which are purposely to try us. I need not say that it is not at all as if God had pleasure in our perplexities. Nor is it as if we had no sanctuary to draw near to, where we can rise above it. But, still, there is a great deal in the ways of God that must be left entirely in his own hands. The way of God is thus not only in the sanctuary, but also in the sea. And yet, what we find even in connection with his footsteps being in the sea is, “Thou leddest thy people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.” That was through the sea; afterwards, it was through the wilderness. But it had been through the sea. The beginnings of the ways of God with his people were there; because, from first to last, God must be the confidence of the saint. It may be an early lesson of his soul, but it never ceases to be the thing to learn. How happy to know that, while the sanctuary is open to us, yet God himself is nearer still — and to him we are brought now. As it is said (1 Peter 3), “Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, to bring us to God.” This is a most precious thing; because there we are in the sanctuary at once, and brought to God himself. And I am bold to say, that heaven itself would be but a small matter if it were not to God that we are brought. It is better than any freedom from trial — better than any blessing, to be in the presence of the One we belong to; who is himself the source of all blessing and joy. That we are brought to him now is infinitely precious. There we are in the sanctuary brought to God. But, still, there are other ways of God outside the sanctuary — In the sea. And there we often find ourselves at a loss. If we are occupied with the sea itself, and with trying to scan God’s footsteps there, then they are not known. But confidence in God himself is always the strength of faith. May the Lord grant us increasing simplicity and quietness in the midst of all that we pass through, for his name’s sake.

From “Things New and Old.” 1865.

Found within the Explanatory Notes in The Treasury of David by Charles Spurgeon


Verse 13,19. In the sea, in the sanctuary. God’s way incomprehensible, though undoubtedly right: in his holiness lies the answer to its enigmas.





Family stone on his breast

My prayers in his ears

Problems and doubts

That brought me to tears

Wisdom at hand

Fresh from his fount

Marvel that I now with

Christ truly count.

He the high priest

Atoning for sin

I the day’s rogue

He now invites in.

Many have struggled

At what Hebrews said

‘Safety for me came

Through Jesus once dead.’

Loss of First Love



it comes in small increments

the slipping away

the turn of attention

to world’s priorities and idols

the change in talk

in desire for quiet meditating

or not.

and so many at the churches

feed this declension

with silly talk and insincerity

excuses to miss service

hollow words on revival

but no gumption to invest

in compassionate service

or battle with knees bended.

inroads for Jezebel.

an army largely asleep

while the Enemy sets up

pitfalls, snares and camouflage.

that One doesn’t sleep

or go on vacation

or procrastinate

he knows the shortness of his time

and he has many a mess

and kidnapping of heart

still to accomplish.

brothers, sisters we have

the Name above all names

the ceaseless call as ambassadors

the Spirit of holiness and healing

Gospel Word of life to share.

How could we slack off?

Become so cold?

Turn to lifeless “teaching”

Jesus help us

Re-align us in joy

and thankful enterprise.

lights shining again

in clear view.

For the hurting or fallen.


Beneath the Bridge


Leaning looking over

From the bridge

Lazy summer afternoon

Ducks below have

An up-current agenda

Mom gets off to one side

Monitoring little ones

Hard at it.

And thoughts drift to

Some of my water

Under the bridge.

As sparkles beneath

Present dreamy visual curtain.

Times when plans clicked

And friends were easy to find.

Or when they were gone

Hearing that I had got religion

Got it bad and


But then it toned down

To Christ’s words heard

On the inside.

Hours when prayer meant

Shutting up…that’s right

For His whispers

And reassurances that I

Had become His project

Yes His love and living water

Flowing through and

The occasional visitor

Who wanted a draught

A look or a listen.

As if I were in those

Sparkling waters beneath

And timeless and wandering

The good course.

Without regrets and

Thanking and moving and speaking


On His itinerary.

Dark Cloud Be Gone


When I say it

I must do it

Getting under your hard trial

Praying Father

Will relieve you

And will bring again your smile.

He is waiting

For one faithful

To implore at Mercy Seat

And to partner

In the rescue

And to be His hands and feet

With compassion

Just like Jesus

Who would always hear the call

Of the suffering

Of the questioning

And with hope and health enthrall.

Yes I promised.

Not a small thing

To approach the realms of power

With the asking

And the weeping

For your victory this hour.

Friend for this

I was alerted

And on blended knees travail.

See that dark cloud

Is now lifting

As the three of us prevail.



2 in Agreement

Two seated
Cellos poised
Large concert hall
Lights all subdued
Myriad dreamy bulbs
Like the firmament
And the strains begin
First one
Then the other
Benedictus the piece
Flowing from the two
And from beyond them
Bringing them together
They must sustain the tone.

They rejoice in it
But also weep
And the crowd respecting
Is drawn into
The heart of the music
Seeing glorious agreement
Hearing it
Knowing that
It issues from
The heart of God
Beckons them all
To the same.
Just like the two.

Holy Matrimony

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As sure as sunrise tomorrow

Or sweet dove’s

Soft cooing at night

The words of my Saviour

Are certain

The wedding day

Full of delight.

In place where all evil

Is missing

And the watchful rejoice

As His Bride

And the loved ones

Are thrilled by the City

Of song and sweet

Service inside.

And it’s Jesus who

Pledges betrothal

And it’s Jesus who

Sets scores aright.

See your place

In the gladsome reunion

In that Home where

The Son is the light.


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Today it’s really over

Today is all we’ve got

At last, kicking out Worry

And all the grief he brought.

The sleepless nights a-tossing

The plans turned up and down

The horrors never happening

The seeds of failure sown.

I should have done it long back

But I was duped to fret

By cautious words of warning

I now plan to forget:

“Tomorrow holds such peril

You really need to plan

Disaster at the doorstep

It’s up to you, my man.

And losses need insurance

And markets rise and fall

The body’s getting older

Who knows what plague may call.”

The Worry points me inward

Have I got what it takes?

Henceforth a looking upward

Where faith, a freedom makes.

The Lord knows how I’m living

He sees my every need

And Lord knows, He’s forgiving

I’m fed, I’m fit, I’m freed.

Today is full of sunshine

And in my heart it glows

His smile now all my promise.

How quickly Worry goes.