Lean Hard...
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 on a shoulder which upholds The govenment of worlds. Yet close 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.
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