All which I took from thee I did but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms.
All which thy child’s mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
Rise, clasp My hand, and come!’
Halts by me that footfall:
Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
‘Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.’
From The Hound Of Heaven
Francis Thompson.
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Theres a quiz on the radio involving answering questions like 'name a flower beginning with V' .The question just now was 'Name a job beginning with W' and Suzanne in Derbyshire replied ' Walker'
