Lord, how is it that You can be so tender and indulgent to one so forgetful, so unworthy, so inexcusable as I am? And your answer is- 'My kindness, I have loved You with an everlasting love'. But Lord, I am a worse and greater sinner than I thought I was; every day reveals to me some hitherto undiscovered evil in my heart, which must be displeasing in Your sight. Again you say: 'My kindness, I have put away thy sin' But Lord, I have no power to do right, I cannot of myself even think a good thought, much less live that life of holiness which You command and require. And again You give me that sweet reply, 'My kindness, My grace is sufficient for thee, for My strength is made perfect in weakness' Oh! That I had a seraph's tongue to tell, or a pen dipped in praises of heaven to write, what his loving kindness and tender mercy have been to me!
Mrs. Spurgeon.
