This nothingness,
This sense of baffling loss?�
�Son, was the anguish of my stripping less, upon the torturing cross?
Was I not brought into the dust of death,
A worm, and no man, I?
Yea, turned to ashes by the vehement breath of fire, on Calvary?
O son, beloved, this is thy heart�s desire:
This and no other thing
Follows the fall of the Consuming Fire
On the burnt offering.
Go on, and taste the joy set high afar�
No joy like that to thee.
See how it lights the way like some great star.
Come now, and follow Me.�
�Amy Carmichael