Thou hast not that, My child, but thou hast Me
And am not I alone enough for thee?
I know it all, know how thy heart was set
Upon this joy which is not given yet
And well I know how through the wistful days
Thou walkest all the dear familiar ways
As unregarded as a breath of air
But there in love and longing, always there
I know it all; but from thy brier shall blow
A rose for others. If it were not so
I would have told thee, come, then say to Me:
"My Lord, my Love, I am content with Thee"
My Lord, my Love, I am content with Thee
Written by Amy Carmichael
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