So heavy that you must return to Him. The bitter grief, which “no one understands,” Conveys a secret message from the King, Entreating you to come to Him again. The man of sorrows understands it well. In all points tempted, He can feel with you, You cannot come too often, or too near. The Son of God is infinite in grace. His presence satisfies the longing soul, And those who walk with Him from day to day Can never have a "solitary way.” — Hope Hubbard WHEN FATHER PRAYS When father prays, he doesn’t use The words the preacher does; He prays different things for dif ferent days, But mostly it's for us. When father prays, the house is still, His voice is slow and deep, We shut our eyes, the clock ticks loud, So quiet we must keep. He prays that we may be good boys, And later on good men; And then we squirm, and hope we won’t Have any quarrels again. You’d never think to look at dad, He once had a temper, too. I guess if father needs to pray, We youngsters surely do. Sometimes the prayer gets very long And hard to understand, And then I wriggle up quite close And let him hold my hand. I can’t remember all of it, I’m little yet, you see; But one thing I cannot forget, My father prays for me!
A SOLITARY WAY There is a mystery in human hearts, And though we be encircled by a host Of those who love us well, and are beloved, To every one of us, from time to time, There comes a sense of utter lone liness. Our dearest friend is "stranger” to our joy And cannot realize our bitterness; “There is not one who really under stands, Not one to enter into all I feel;” Such is the cry of each of us in turn, We wanted in a "solitary way,” No matter what or where our lot may be. Each heart, mysterious even to it self, Must live its inner life in solitude. And would you know the reason why this is? It is because the Lord desires our love. In every heart He wishes to be first, He therefore keeps the secret key Himself, To open all its chambers, and to bless With perfect sympathy and holy peace, Each solitary soul who comes to Him. So when we feel this loneliness, it is The voice of Jesus saying, "Come unto me,” And every time we are "not under stood,” It is a call to us to come again: For Christ alone can satisfy the soul. And those who walk with Him from day to day Can never have a "solitary way.” And when beneath some heavy cross you faint. And say, "I cannot bear this load alone,” You say the truth, Christ made it purposely
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