my servant, i have come into the house
i who know Pain’s extremity so well
that there can never be the need to tell
his power to make the flesh and spirit quail
have i not felt the scourge, the thorn, the nail?
and i, his conqueror, am in the house
let not your heart be troubled: do not fear
why shouldst thou, child of mine, if i am here?
my touch will heal thy song-bird’s broken wing
and he shall have a braver song to sing.
- amy carmichael
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