Song of Solomon 8:5  Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.  
Some
 one gained a good lesson from a Southern prayer meeting. A brother 
asked the Lord for various blessings--as you and I do, and thanked the 
Lord for many already received--as you and I do; but he closed with this
 unusual petition: "And, O Lord, support us! Yes support us Lord on 
every leanin' side!" 
Have you any leaning sides? This humble man's 
prayer pictures them in a new way and shows the Great Supporter in a new
 light also.
He is always walking by the Christian, ready to extend His 
mighty arm and steady the weak one on "every leanin' side."
Child
 of My love, lean hard, And let Me feel the pressure of thy care; I know
 thy burden, child. I shaped it; Poised it in Mine Own hand; made no 
proportion In its weight to thine unaided strength, For even as I laid 
it on, I said, 'I shall be near, and while she leans on Me, This burden 
shall be Mine, not hers;
So shall I keep My child within the circling 
arms Of My Own love.' Here lay it down, nor fear To impose it on a 
shoulder which upholds the government of worlds. 
Yet closer come: Thou 
art not near enough. I would embrace thy care; So I might feel My child 
reposing on My breast. 
Thou lovest Me? I knew it. Doubt not then; But 
Loving Me, lean hard.

 
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