Your love to me, oh Jesus, was wonderful when I was a stranger wandering far from you, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind. Your love restrained me from committing the sin that is unto death and withheld me from self destruction. Your love held back the axe when justice said, cut it down. Why does it clutter the ground? Your love drew me into the wilderness, stripped me there, and made me feel the guilt of my sin and the burden of my iniquity. Your love spoke comfortably to me when I was deeply troubled. Come to me and I will give you rest. Oh, how matchless your love when in a moment you washed my sins away and made my polluted soul, which was crimson with the blood of my nativity and black with the grime of my transgressions, to be white as the driven snow and pure as the finest wool. How you commended your love when you whispered in my ears, I am yours and you are mine. Those were kind words when you declared the father himself loves you, and sweet were the moments when you commanded to me the love of the spirit. My soul shall never forget those chambers of fellowship where you unveiled yourself to me. Moses had his cleft in the rock where he saw the train, the back parts of his God. We too have had our clefts in the rock where we have seen the full splendors of the Godhead in the person of Christ. Did David remember the tracks of the wild goat, the land of the Jordan, and the Hamanites? We too can remember spots dear to our memory, equal to these in blessedness. Precious Lord Jesus, give us a fresh taste of your wondrous love. Charles Spurgeon.