It is the last step that wins ; and there is no place in the pilgrim’s progress where so many dangers lurk as the region that lies hard by the portals of the Celestial City. It was there that Doubting Castle. It was there that the enchanted ground lured the tired traveller to fatal slumber. Let us not be weary in well-doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we FAINT NOT. So, run, that we may obtain.
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds that blow
From the desolate shores of doubt
Where the anchors that faith has cast
Are dragging in the gale
I am quietly holding fast
To the things that cannot fail.
And fierce though the fiends may fight
And long though the angels hide
I know that truth and right
Have the universe on their side
And that somewhere beyond the stars
Is a love that is better than fate
When the night unlocks her bars
I shall see Him — and I will wait.
To get great things from God, we must hold on for the last hour. We can afford to lose anything and everything if we do not lose our faith in God.
The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing
Bright were the blossoms on every bough
I trusted Him when the roses were blooming
I trust Him now.
Small were my faith, should it weakly falter
Now that the roses have ceased to blow
Frail were the trust that now should alter
Doubting His love when storm clouds grow.
——— The Song of a Bird in a Winter Storm.