A Poem From God

 

I was looking through my journal, and I discovered that in the front I had written this poem, given to me by my friend Colleen several years ago when I was going through a very rough time.  It still makes me cry.

Child of my love, lean hard
And let me feel the pressure of thy care.
I know thy burden, child, I shaped it,
Poised it in Mine Own hand, made no proportion
In its weight to thine unaided strength,
For even as I laid it on, I said,
“I shall be near, and while she leans on Me,
This burden shall be Mine, not hers;
So shall I keep my child within the circling arms
Of My Own love.”  Here, lay it down, nor fear
To impose it upon a shoulder which upholds
The government of world.  Yet closer come,
Thou art not near enough.  I would embrace thy care,
So I might feel My child reposing on My breast.
Thou lovest Me?  I knew it.  Doubt not then,
But loving Me, lean hard.

~Author unknown

It is possibly one of the most beautiful thoughts ever.
And some days, I just need to read it again.

 

 

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About dayuntoday

I'm a wonderer. I spend a lot of time mulling, pondering, and cogitating. This is just a place to park some of those thoughts.
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3 Responses to A Poem From God

  1. quilt_cats says:

    I love the poem!  Beautiful thoughts of our Savior knowing our burdens, and bearing them for us.

  2. How beautiful!  Thank you for sharing this!!  I want to use this in Bible study this week…

  3. homefire says:

    @specialtreasure – I’m glad you enjoy it–perhaps God knew you needed it!  Blessings to you~

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