Each night as I prepare to go to sleep, I have been reading a few of Amy Carmichael's poems. This is something new for me, but I read one last night that really spoke to my heart and I want to share it.
Love, traveling in the greatness of His strength,
Found me alone,
Wearied a little by the journey's length,
Though I had known,
All the long way, many a kindly air,
And flowers had blossomed for me everywhere.
And yet Love found me fearful, and He stayed;
Love stayed by me.
"Let not thy heart be troubled or dismayed,
My child," said He.
Slipped from me then all troubles, all alarms;
For Love had gathered me into His arms.
Amy Carmichael, Gold by Moonlight, 1935
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