Casting All Your Care Upon Him by Anna M. King

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 19, 1915

Casting All Your Care Upon Him

By Anna M. King

I HEARD the call, “Come unto me and cast them all, These burdens that are crushing you to bear.” I came, and stood before him with my load of care. I stood in wonderment, for I had thought He would reach out and take what I had brought. Had he not promised? Then why did he not? He read my thought and said, “Have you forgot I bade you cast them on me?” Then I knew I must reach out; and so I closer drew And laid them in his loving arms, and looked for peace, For rest, from sense of weariness a glad release. Heartsick, I questioned why. He questioned in reply, “What is it at your feet I saw you lay, When with your load of care you came this way?” “O Lord,” I said, “I was ashamed to bring This other, lest it seem too small a thing; And yet the weight of it to me Is agony.” “Did I not say bring all? You did not hear aright the call.” I stooped and raised it, placed it on his breast, And knew at last the blessedness of rest.

—Anna M. King, in the Sunday School Times.