O paradox of Heaven. The load
We think will crush was sent to lift us
Up to God! Then, soul of mine,
Climb up! Nothing can e’er be crushed
Save what is underneath the weight.
How may we climb! By what ascent
Will we crest the critical cares
Of life! Within His Word is found
They key which opens His secret stairs;
Alone with Christ, secluded there,
We mount our loads, and rest in Him.
~ Mary Butterfield
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