The Poor Man's Portions

Your Word My Joy

By Robert Hawker

"Your words were found, and I ate them, And Your word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart; For I am called by Your name, O LORD God of hosts." Jer 15:16

Yes, Lord, I have indeed found your words most precious, and, through your grace, I have eaten them, and they are as honey and the honey-comb to my soul. In them I find my God and Father in his covenant relationship, all pledged in faithfulness to his dear Son, to be the everlasting and unchanging portion of his redeemed. Oh! What unknown, what unspeakable blessedness do I find in that one promise; "I will be their God, and they shall be my people!"

Here also I find Christ and his fullness; the Holy Ghost and his graces; the whole covenant and its rich promises: all, all secured, made over, and co-operating to the assurance of salvation! And how then can your word, Lord, wherein you has caused me to hope, be otherwise than "the joy and rejoicing of mine heart?" I have Jesus in all, and his promises in all, and therefore can never fail of all that is here engaged, since all the promises of God in Christ "are yea and amen!" Oh then, let your word continue "as a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path;" which will shine all the way through, even to lighten the dark valley of the shadow of death until I come "to dwell in the house of my God for ever!"