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 colored
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 Wing Me, "lean hard."
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