(Gleanings from the Inner Life of Ruth Bryan)
Oh, my precious Savior! You are all I need
for time and for eternity. You are . . .
my rest in weariness,
my ease in pain,
my strength in weakness.
Is anything too hard for the Lord?
Is anything too small for the Lord?
Is anything too great or heavy for the Lord?
No!
My beloved and my adorable Lord, I fall into
Your arms for support, guidance, and blessing.
Indeed, I am unworthy of the least of Your
mercies, and I feel it. But Your mercies are
free! Oh, the wonders of Your love, that can
bear with such weakness and wanderings as
mine! I worship and adore You, and would
joyfully sink into Love’s unfathomable abyss,
where sins and self are lost!
Oh! my precious Savior, how blessed is Your
presence amidst the storms of this weary land!
How does all that is of earth recede before the
overshadowings of Your presence! Precious Lord,
draw me more and more into Your secret chamber,
where worldling never came, where the flesh was
never fed.
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