My Teacher I was broken and weary and I longed for rest, my heart heavy laden encumbered by stress; after crushing afflictions I became sure that now fearful and weakened, I could not endure. So I earnestly pleaded with agonized breath, to lay aside burdens, I would welcome "sweet death." With love and real patience my request He denied, as a still voice reminded -- Jesus lives inside. Knowing He'd be my strength and that he'd never depart swiftly brought relief to my fainting heart. But what do you think He did with me then? He placed me right back on the same path again, to face grievous trials that once blocked my way, as a discipline allowed so I'd learn to obey. And in learning to love and to trust Him I'd see that yielding to his will was God's best for me. Amy Woolf Garner ©1982