TAKE ME AND MY BURDENS.
By Carrie Merrall
Wouldst thou have thy gift most surely
Reach and comfort some sad heart?
Then be sure thou art not giving
Only just a meager part. Wholeness, be it gifts or heart-love,
Is what gives the sweet, the bloom;
E'en a thread must not be missing
When the fabric leaves the loom. Do we often give our Father
Hearts where something is reserved?
Thank him, then, if sorrow bringeth
Back to paths from which we swerved. He wants us, yea, more, our burdens,
Longs to give, instead, his peace:
He would “gather” us, and hold us,
Where all care and worries cease. Take us, Father, and our burdens,
Hold us close, that we may there,
“In the secret of thy presence,”
Let thee every trial bear. Take our thoughts, “dear Holy Spirit,”
Make them captives to thy will;
So inbreathe thine own each moment,
That thy joy our hearts will thrill. Then do thou so fill our vision,
No more room for self and sin;
Time and thought filled with his service,
Till his door shall shut us in. — Carrie Merrall, in King's Messenger.