This poem of sorts came to me while still in jail. Had been there for over 4 months at that time yet the words were not given me for me. Never did understand or doubt the source. God is also God of the imprisoned.
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 on 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 I will keep My child
within the circling arms
of Mine Own love.
"Here lay it down,
nor fear to impose it on a shoulder
that upholds the government of worlds.
Yet closer come, 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.
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