Today I would like to share this poem by Amy Carmichael:
Lord, give me love like this
Many crowd the Savior’s Kingdom,
Few receive His Cross,
Many seek His consolation,
Few will suffer loss
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross.
Many sit at Jesus’ table,
Few will fast with Him
When the sorrow-cup of anguish
Trembles to the brim.
Few watch with Him in the garden
Who have sung the hymn.
Many will confess His wisdom.
Few embrace his shame,
Many, should He smile upon them,
Will His praise proclaim;
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert his Name.
But the souls who love Him truly
In woe or in sweet bliss,
These will count their truest heart’s blood
Not their own, but His;
Savior, Thou Who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this.
~ Amy Carmichael, Missionary to India
“Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross…” Hebrews 12:1-2