Rose from Brier

Thou hast not that, My Child, but thou hast Me;

And am I not enough for thee?

I know it ALL, know how thy HEART was set

Upon this JOY 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."

- Amy Carmichael