“Child of My Love!  Lean hard!  Let Me feel the pressure of your care.  I know your burden, child! I shaped it- I poised it in My own hand and made no proportion of its weight to your unaided strength. For even as I laid it on, I said I shall be near, and while she leans on Me, this burden shall be Mine, not hers. 

 

So shall I keep My child within the circling arms of My own love.  Here lay it down!  Do not fear to impose it on a shoulder which upholds the government of worlds!  Yet closer come!  You are not near enough!  I would embrace your burden, so I might feel My child reposing on My breast. You love Me!  I know it.  Doubt not, then.  But, loving me, Lean hard!”