Whispers of His Power – MAY 20
Zech. 2.5: For I, saith the Lord, will be unto her a wall of fire round about, and will be the glory in the midst of her.
One night I was greatly tempted because I felt so helpless. There was nothing I could do to protect you, and the burden was heavy. Suddenly it was as if a voice said, ‘Leave it to Me, child, leave it to Me’.
Near me were two pure white lilies, which had opened after the last thunderstorm.
Perhaps it was they which gave the last line in this song:
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,
Nought can defeat Me, and nought 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 slip the burden too heavy for thee.
That which I will, My Hand shall perform,
Fair are the lilies that weather the storm.
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These words are from ’Whispers of His Power’ a collection of writings that Amy Carmichael wrote for her ‘children’ and others associated with the Dohnavur Fellowship. and are Copyright © The Dohnavur Fellowship 1982
Unless otherwise stated, biblical quotations are from the Authorized King James Version of the Bible.
The following abbreviations are used to refer to other versions and sources:
BCP: Book of Common Prayer, the Great Bible of Coverdale
Conybeare: W. J. Conybeare, The Epistles of Paul (a translation)
Delitzsch: F. Delitzsch, Notes on Job and the Psalms
Kay: W. Kay, The Psalms (a translation)
LXX: The Septuagint
Moffatt: J. Moffatt, The New Testament: a new translation
Rotherham: J. B. Rotherham, The Emphasized Bible Revised Version
RV: Revised Version
Way: A. Way, The Letters of St Paul (a translation)
Westcott: F. Westcott, Notes on the Gospel of St John
Weymouth: R. F. Weymouth, The New Testament in Modern Speech
Young: R. Young, A Literal Translation of the Bible
Verses of poetry without quotation marks were written by Amy Carmichael.
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