[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-1111":3},"NOVEMBER 11\r\nHe shall come down like rain upon the mown grass (Psalm 72.6).\r\nAmos speaks of the king's mowings. Our King has many scythes, and is perpetually mowing His lawns. The musical tinkle of the\r\nwhetstone on the scythe portends the cutting down of myriads of  green blades, daisies and other flowers. Beautiful as they were in the morning, within an hour or two they he in long, faded rows.\r\nThus in human fife we make a brave show, before the scythe of pain, the shears of disappointment the sickle of death.\r\nThere is no method of obtaining a velvety lawn but by repeated\r\nmowings: And there is no way of developing tenderness, evenness, sympathy, but by the passing of God's scythes. How constantly the\r\nWord of God compares man to grass, and His glory to its flower? But when the grass is mown, and all the tender shoots are bleeding, and\r\ndesolation reigns where flowers were bursting, it is the most acceptable time for showers of rain fang soft and warm.\r\nO soul, thou hast been mown! rime after time the King has come to\r\nthee with His sharp scythe. Do not dread the scythe--it is sure to be followed by the shower. --F.B. Meyer.\r\nWhen across the heart deep waves of sorrow Break, as on a dry and barren shore;\r\nWhen hope glistens with no bright tomorrow, And the storm seems sweeping evermore;\r\nWhen the cup of every earthly gladness Bears no taste of the life-giving stream;\r\nAnd high hopes, as though to mock our sadness, Fade and die as in some fitful dream,\r\nWho shall hush the weary spirit's chiding? Who the aching void within shall fill?\r\nWho shall whisper of a peace abiding, and each surging billow calmly still?\r\nOnly He whose wounded heart was broken With the bitter cross and thorny crown;\r\nWhose dear love glad words of joy had spoken, Who His life for us laid meekly down.\r\nBlessed Healer, all our burdens lighten;\r\nGive us peace. Thine own sweet peace, we pray! Keep us near Thee till the morn shall brighten,\r\nAnd all the mists and shadows flee away!",1783499794025]