“To Him who hears, I whisper all;
And softlier than the dews of heaven
The tears of Christ’s compassion fall;
I know I am forgiven.
“Wrapped in the peace that follows prayer
I fold my hands in perfect trust,
Forgetful of the cross I bear
Through noonday heat and dust.
“No more life’s mysteries vex my thought;
No cruel doubts disturb my breast
My heavy laden spirit sought
And found the promised rest.”
The gospel story of Christ closes with the account of His ascension. He was received up into heaven and sat down at the right hand of God. Was that the end of His interest in this world? Does He think of us up there in His glory? Does He know anything of us down here in our struggles, our toils, our cares, and our sorrows? Is He interested in our lives in this world – in our joys and griefs, in our hopes and fears?
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