Amy Carmichael, missionary to India, penned the following poem regarding rest for the weary in Christ:
"Heart that is weary because of the way,
Facing the wind and the sting of the spray,
Come unto me, and I will refresh you.
Heart that has tasted of travail and toil,
Burdened for souls whom the foe would despoil,
Come unto me, and I will refresh you.
Heart that is frozen -- a handful of snow,
Heart that is faded -- a sky without glow,
Come unto me, and I will refresh you.
Heart that is weary, Oh, come unto me!
Fear not, whatever the trouble may be;
Come unto me, and I will refresh you."
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