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What a battlefield is the heart
(J. C. Philpot, from
his "Memoirs")
I have so much opposition within, so many
temptations, lusts, and follies; so many
snares and besetments; and a vile heart,
dabbling in all carnality and filth.
I am indeed exercised "by sin and grace."
Sin or grace seems continually uppermost;
striving and lusting against one another.
What . . .
lustings, sorrowings;
fallings, risings;
defeats, and victories.
What a battlefield is the heart, and there
the fight is lost and won. When sin prevails,
mourning over its wounds and slaughter.
When grace and godly fear beat back
temptation, a softening into gratitude.
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