A sense of our own poverty drives us to Christ, and that is where we need to be-for in Him is our fruit found! The experience of our barrenness is painful-but the Lord’s visitations are delightful. Sing on, for now that you are really ashamed of being barren, you will be fruitful soon now that God makes you loath to be without fruit-He will soon cover you with clusters. Sing, believer, for it will cheer your own heart, and the hearts of other desolate ones. I will go in poverty, I will go in helplessness, I will go in all my shame and backsliding, I will tell Him that I am still His child, and in confidence in His faithful heart, even I, the barren one, will sing and cry aloud! What is my desolation? It is the black setting-for the sapphire of His everlasting love. What is my barrenness? It is the platform-for His fruit-creating power.
Perhaps that very cross which gave you life-may give you fruitfulness. Come, my soul, heavy laden you were once-you lost your burden there.
Ah! I can sing of Jesus Christ! I can talk of visits which the Redeemer has aforetimes paid to me or if not of these, I can magnify the great love with which He loved His people-when He came from the heights of heaven for their redemption.
#SONG JESUS KNOWS THE INMOST HEART FULL#
“Sing, O barren one! Break forth into loud and joyful song.” But what can I sing about? I cannot talk about the present, and even the past looks full of barrenness. In such a condition what are we to do? The text is addressed to us in just such a state. We are like flowers in the hot sun, requiring the refreshing shower. Prayer is lifeless, love is cold, faith is weak-each grace in the garden of our heart languishes and droops. Though we have brought forth some fruit unto Christ, and have a joyful hope that we are “plants of His own right hand planting,” yet there are times when we feel very barren.
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