Unnamed Poem -- The Trial

O, Father, I am tired;

I have walked a weary mile,

And I feel I've lost my only strength,

And I have lost my smile.

"O, child, I've been with you;

You stand in My strength alone,

For I have called you to this last day,

And you are now My own."

But Father, I am weary --

I've gone on my strength too long --

"Now don't you fret, O thou child of Mine,

For in Me thou art strong.

"O, My child, I have loved you,

And I will not leave you now.

For, My child, in your weakest moment,

Defeat I'll not allow."

June 13th, 2016