Morning and Evening, by Charles Haddon Spurgeon
Yahshua is the keeper of the gates of paradise and before every believing soul He sets an open door, which no man or devil shall be able to close against it. What joy it will be to find that faith in Him is the golden key to the everlasting doors.
My soul, do you carry this key in your bosom, or are you trusting to some deceitful pick-lock, which will fail you at last? Hear this parable of the preacher, and remember it.
The great King has made a banquet, and He has proclaimed to all the world that none shall enter but those who bring with them the fairest flower that blooms. The spirits of men advance to the gate by thousands, and they bring each one the flower which he esteems the queen of the garden; but in crowds they are driven from the royal presence, and enter not into the festive halls. Some bear in their hand the deadly nightshade of superstition, or the flaunting poppies of Rome, or the hemlock of self- righteousness, but these are not dear to the King; the bearers are shut out of the pearly gates.
My soul, have you gathered the rose of Sharon? Do you wear the Lily of the Valley in your bosom constantly? If so, when you come up to the gates of the Shamayim you will know its value, for you have only to show this choicest of flowers, and the Porter will open: Not for a moment will He deny you admission, for to that rose the Porter opens ever.
You shall find your way with the rose of Sharon in your hand up to the throne of Yahweh Himself, for the Shamayim itself possesses nothing that excels its radiant beauty, and of all the flowers that bloom in paradise there is none that can rival the Lily of the Valley.
My soul, get Calvary's blood-red rose into your hand by faith, by love wear it, by communion preserve it, by daily watchfulness make it your all in all, and you shall be baruk (blessed) beyond all bliss, happy beyond a dream.
Yahshua, be mine for ever, my Elohim, my Shamayim, my all.