This little poem by Edith Young reminds us again how very blessed we are to be a child of God! What a wonderful privilege it is to belong to the King of the Ages -- the One who rules this mighty universe, but also deigns to walk and talk with me! Praise the Lord!
"POOR? No, of course not!! Why, how could I be,
when Christ, the King, is taking care of me!
TIRED? Sometimes -- yes, more than tired;
but then, I know a place where I can rest again!
LONELY? Ah, well I know the aching blight;
But now -- I've Jesus with me day and night!
BURDENS? I have them; oft they press me sore,
And then -- I lean the harder, trust the more.
WORTHY? Oh, No! The marvel of it is
That I should know such boundless love as His!
And so, I'm rich; with Christ I am "joint-heir,"
Since He once stooped my poverty to share."
Thank you, blessed Saviour, for dying that I might live!
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