Immortal Till Work Done

A fair assurance this! It was no doubt based upon a promise, inwardly whispered in the psalmist's heart, which he seized upon and enjoyed.

Is my case like that of David?

Am I depressed because the enemy affronts me?

Are there multitudes against me and few on my side?

Does unbelief bid me lie down and die in despair-a defeated, dishonored man? 

Do my enemies begin to dig my grave?

What then?

Shall I yield to the whisper of fear, and give up the battle, and with it give up all hope?

Far from it. There is life in me yet: "I shall not die."

Vigor will return and remove my weakness: "I shall live."

The LORD lives, and I shall live also. My mouth shall again be opened: "I shall declare the works of Jehovah."

Yes, and I shall speak of the present trouble as another instance of the wonder-working faithfulness and love of the LORD my God.

Those who would gladly measure me for my coffin had better wait a bit, for "the LORD hath chastened me sore, but he hath not given me over unto death."

Glory be to His name forever!

I am immortal till my work is done.

Till the LORD wills it, no vault can close upon me. 

~Charles Spurgeon~