From Out of the Ordinary by Joyce
I am leaning on the heart of God. I am resting there in silence. All
the turmoil that exhausts me is brought to bear on this great love.
No resistance or complaint is heard as I lean upon God's welcome. There
is gladness for my coming. There is comfort for my pain.
I lean, and lean, and lean upon this heart that hurts with me. Strength
lifts the weight of my distress. Courage wraps around my troubles.
No miracle of instant recovery. Not taking away of life's burdens. Yet,
there is solace for my soul, and refuge for my exiled tears.
It is enough for me to know the heart of God is with me, full of mercy
and compassion, tending to the wounds I bear.