Comfort

I was sitting in the car one evening, crying, stressed, and in despair, when these words came to me...

I love thee still, My child,

For thou art still Mine own.

Do not despair, O dear one,

For soon thou shalt be Home.

Your weary days of toil

Will soon be over, Love,

And rest unto the morning

You'll find from Me above.

Your cause is not unheeded,

But think that Zion shall be!

Your work is always needed,

And is precious unto Me.

So do not fear, My child,

And find in Me thy strength.

Come and rest 'till morning,

And then go out, at length.

-- Hannah P. Edwards

January 31st, 2017