Today’s poem comes from Amy Carmichael:
Love, travelling in the greatness of His strength, Found me alone, Footsore and tired by the journey's length, Though I had known All the long way many a kindly air, And flowers had blossomed for me everywhere. And yet Love found me needing Him. He stayed; Love stayed by me. "Let not your heart be troubled or dismayed, My child," said He. Slipped from me then, all troubles, all alarms, For Love had gathered me into His arms.