"Rose from the Brier"

Thou has not that, My child, but thou hast Me;
And am not I alone enough for thee?
I know it all, know how they heart was set
Upon this joy which is not given yet.

And well I know how through the wistful days
Thou walkest all the dear familiar ways
As unregarded as a breath of air;
But there in love and longing, always there.

I know it all; but from they brier shall blow
A rose for others. If it were not so
I would have told thee. Come then say to me:
"My Lord, my love, I am content with Thee."
--Amy Carmichael