My servant, I have come into the house --
I, who know pains extremity so well.
That there can never be the need to tell
His power to make the flesh and spirit quail.
Have I not felt the scourge, the thorn, the nail?
And I, his Conqueror, am in the house.
Let not your heart be troubled, do not fear.
Why shouldst thou, child of Mine, if I am here?
My touch will heal thy songbird's broken wing
And he shall have a braver song to sing.
Amy Carmichael
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