Rose from Brier

"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.'"

~Amy Carmichael