"The son said, My heart is disquieted within me. My soul cleaveth to the dust. Out of the depths have I cried unto Thee, O God.
"His Father said, In My hand are the deep places of the earth.
Is there no blue sky? Have roses forgotten how to blow? Have birds ceased to
sing among the branches? Hast thou not the sweetness of the love of a single
little child? Hast thou no pleasant food – not even a cup of tea? Have tears
been thy meat day and night?
"Gather up thy comforts, the greatest, the smallest, and thou
wilt be surprised that thou hast so many to gather."
His thoughts said… His Father said…
by Amy Carmichael
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