| 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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