Child of My love, lean hard,
And let Me feel the pressure of your care,
I know your burden, child; I shaped it,
Poised in My own hand, made its weight
Too heavy for your unaided strength;
For even as I laid it on I said,
“I will be near, and while she leans on Me,
This burden will be Mine, not hers;
So will I keep My child within the circling arms,
Of My own love.”
Here lay it down, don’t fear
To impose it on a shoulder which upholds
The government of worlds. Yet closer come,
You are not near enough; I would embrace your care,
So I might feel My child reposing on My chest.
You love me? I know it. Don’t doubt, then,
But loving Me, lean hard.
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