Thy John by Amy Carmichael

I love this poem.  As you read it, you can imagine all of the beautiful, refreshing moments reflecting a life in Christ…like empty shells in the sea being filled, water lilies speaking of peace, birds singing His praise…God speaks to us, if we will but listen.

Thy John

As John upon his dear Lord’s breast,
So would I lean, so would I rest;
As empty shell in depths of sea,
So would I sink, be filled with Thee.

As water lily in her pool
Through long hot hours is still and cool,
A thought of peace, so I would be
Thy water-flower, Lord, close by Thee.

As singing bird in high, blue air,
So would I soar, and sing Thee there;
No rain nor stormy wind can be
When all the air is full of Thee.