Lean Hard

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.