thy servant, Lord, hath nothing in the house
not even one small pot of common oil
for he who never cometh but to spoil
hath raided my poor house again, again
that ruthless strongman armed, whom men call Pain.
i thought i had courage in the house
and patience to be quiet and endure
and sometimes happy songs; now i am sure
thy servant truly hath not anything
and see, my songbird hath a broken wing.
-amy carmichael
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