Thou hast not that, My child, but thou hast Me;
And am not I alone enough for thee?
I know it all, know how thy heart was set
Upon this joy which is not given yet.
And well I know how through the wistful days
Thou walkest all the dear familiar ways
As unregarded as a breath of air;
but there in love and longing, always there.
I know it all; but from they brier shall blow
A rose for others. If it were not so
I would have told thee. Come, then say to Me:
My Lord, my Love, I am content with Thee.
Amy Carmichael
3 comments:
This is a favorite of mine, but I have not read it for a long while. It's going into my journal... :)
Ditto to what Kristin shared!
When we have Christ, we have all that we need.
Beautiful! And yes encouraging. Thanks for posting, Rachel. :)
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