Here's another really good Amy Carmichael poem...
Art thou disappointed? Come to me;
I will never be a grief to thee.
Hurt by hand thou trusted? Come to Me;
Leaves of healing I will lay on thee.
Art thou broken? Come, My child, to Me;
I, thy Comforter, will comfort thee.
Even friends can sometimes changeful be;
I will always be the same to thee.
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Mmmm, that's a good poem! Such an encouragement. Thank you for sharing it, Rachel...
I saw the beauty and the good when I read this Sunday or Monday. But today, when the disappointment was quite real, is the day it meant something to me. Thankfully my disappointment is more dream-related than person-caused, but the invitation to come was just what I needed to hear to make me take my eyes off the disappointment and look to the One who writes my story.
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