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Hast thou been hungry, child of mind?
I, too, have
needed bread:
For
forty days I tasted naught till by the angels fed.
Hast thou been
thirsty? On the cross I suffered thirst for thee;
I
promised to supply thy need, my child, come unto Me.
Perhaps thy way is
weary off, thy feet grow tired and lame;
I
wearied when I reached the well, I suffered just the same;
And when I bore
the heavy cross I fainted ‘neath the load;
And
so I’ve promised rest to all who walk the weary road.
When thou art sad
and tears fall fast, my heart goes out to thee,
For
I wept o’er Jerusalem -- the place so dear to Me:
And when I came to
Lazarus’ tomb I wept – my heart was sore;
I’ll
comfort thee when thou dost weep till sorrows all are o’er.
Do hearts prove
false when thine is true? I know the bitter dart:
I
was betrayed by one I loved -- I died of broken heart:
I loved My
own, they loved Me not, My heart was lonely, too;
I’ll
never leave thee, child of Mine, My loving heart is true.
Art thou
discouraged in thy work? Doth ministry seem vain?
I
ministered midst unbelief, midst those with greed of gain:
They would not
hearken to My voice, but scoffed with one accord;
Your
labor never is in vain if done unto the Lord.
Have courage,
then, My faithful one, I suffered all the way,
Thy
sensitive and loving heart I understand today;
Whate’er thy
grief, whate’er thy care, just bring it unto Me;
Yes,
in thy day of trouble, call, I will deliver thee.
by S.
C. Umlauf
“A man of
sorrows, and acquainted with grief”
– Isaiah 53:3
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