Child of My love, lean hard,
And let Me feel the pressure of your care;
I know your burden, child. I shaped it;
Balanced it in Mine Own hand; made no proportion
In its weight to 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
To impose it on a shoulder that upholds
The government of the worlds. Yet closer come:
You are not near enough. I would embrace your care;
So I might feel My child reclining on My breast.
You love Me, I know. So then do not doubt;
But loving Me, lean hard.
quote from Streams in the Desert