Finding Christ, Recompense of – Charles Spurgeon

LET me assure you when you have found the Lord, your waiting will be richly recompensed. I would have lingered at his doors for eighty years if he would for a recompense give me but the one kiss of his lips. I would gladly lie at his pool of mercy, ay, a whole natural life, if but at the last my crimson sins might be washed away, and my soul be made whiter than snow. Oh,” but you say, “if he come not soon, I shall die of despair before his coming!” But he will bring such cordials to you, such wines on the lees well refined, that your despair shall take wings and fly away, and instead of the black raven of doubt, you shall receive the dove of consolation, bringing the olive branch of peace in her mouth.