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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 in 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 will I keep My child within the circling arms

To impose it on a shoulder that upholds

The government of the worlds. Yet closer come:

You are not near enough. I would embrace your care;

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.

quote from Streams in the Desert