by Mary Winslow
Do not be concerned with all the tinsel
glory of this empty, unsatisfying world.
It is not worth a straw when compared
with what awaits us!
What an unsatisfying world this is, to have
our all in! How trifling does everything appear
which is not in some way connected with God's
glory. Look upon all you now see or admire as
passing away, yourself passing away with it.
This world is a waste land, a howling desert!
Oh, that we did but consider it as such, and
expect nothing in it, but thorns and thistles;
looking unceasingly, with the anticipation of
holy joy, to the period when He shall say to us,
"Come away, my love, my fair one, enter into
the joy of your Lord!"