A Quote by John Milton

Him that yon soars on golden wing,  guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne,  the Cherub Contemplation. — © John Milton
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
What is high birth to him to whom high birth has never been the theme of his contemplation? What is a throne to him who has never dreamed of a throne?
Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.
Telling the proper stories is as if you were approaching the throne of Heaven in a fiery chariot.
Fiery trials make golden Christians.
Merlin was very definitely supposed to be an old man guiding the young Arthur to the throne.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
I specifically ordered Persian rugs with cherub imagery!!! What do I have to do to get a simple Persian rug with cherub imagery uuuuugh.
When you blow it, God still celebrates His Son in you. The litmus test of whether or not you understand the gospel is what you do when you fail. Do you run from Him and go clean yourself up a little bit before you come back into the throne room? Or do you approach the throne of grace with confidence? If you don't approach the throne of grace with confidence, you don't understand the gospel.
Without [these] lights and [this] little throne our Lord cannot come out of His tabernacle. We give them to Him, and we say to Him: 'Thou are on a beautiful throne. It is we that have erected it for Thee. It is we that have opened the door of Thy prison and rent the cloud that hid Thee, O Sun of Love. Dart Thy rays now on every heart'
I'm praying for Barack Obama to stay on the tightrope because I want to fight his right-wing critics. I want to down I want to ensure they don't lie about him. I'm sure they don't demonize him, and too much of that is going on. So I don't want my critiques to be in any way confused with the right-wing critiques, even though I'll fight for the right wing to be wrong in that regard.
Science is but a mere heap of facts, not a golden chain of truths, if we refuse to link it to the throne of God.
The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Jerusalem the Golden, With milk and honey blest, eneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed.
In the vast, and the minute, we see The unambiguous footsteps of the God, Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing And wheels His throne upon the rolling worlds.
Happiness, then, is co-extensive with contemplation, and the more people contemplate, the happier they are; not incidentally, but in virtue of their contemplation, because it is in itself precious. Thus happiness is a form of contemplation.
I love to say that not only is the throne room of God a place of reverence, it's always a place of refuge. So when everything else in life seems to be shifting, or breaking and shaking apart, there's a place that is always stable, safe, and constant. When we draw near to God in worship, and approach His throne, we tap into that. It's a very re-assuring place, where we're reminded that there's a God on His throne, and even when we don't understand everything, we can trust it to Him.
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