Leave it to me, Child, leave it to Me, Dearer thy garden to me than to thee, Lift up thy heart, Child, lift up thine eyes, Naught can defeat Me, naught can surprise. Leave it to me, Child, leave it to Me, Trust in the Wall of Fire, look up and see Stars in their courses shine through the night Both are alike to me -- darkness and light. Leave it to me, Child, leave it to me, Let stop the burden too heavy for thee. That which I will, My Hand shall perform, Fair are the lilies that weather the storm. By Amy Carmichael (Written after a storm had threatened to ruin her garden, but rather "washed" it. The flowers that came through the storm were more beautiful afterwards. She remembered then that her garden of beloved children were even dearer to God than to her. She would trust Him to perfect them.) I heard this as a song the other day, and it's been going round in my head ever since! How lovely to know that we can trust God and leave it all to Him.
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