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 My 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
Of My own love.” Here lay it down, nor fear
To impose it on a shoulder that upholds
The government of 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.
“Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you” (Psalm 55:22).
“Cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you” (1 Peter 5:7).
“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deuteronomy 33:27, NIV)