From Sharon, CTH
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, while he leans on Me,
This burden shall be Mine, not his;
So shall I keep My child within the circling arms
Of My Own love.” Here lay it down, nor fear
To impose on a shoulder which upholds
The government of worlds. Yet closer come:
So I might feel My child reposing on my breast.
Thou lovest Me?
I knew it.
Doubt not then; but loving Me, lean hard.
–from STREAMS IN THE DESERT, SEPT, 2013