Like A Weaned Child – Ed Miller
As a weaned child rests upon mother
Is content, on her bosom, to lie,
Has abandoned the tears and the tantrums,
Over things that could not satisfy;
So, my soul is reposing on Jesus,
Without thoughts of the gift or reward.
What a glorious foretaste of Heaven–
Being weaned from this world, to the LORD!
There were times when I questioned His purpose;
And His patience was put to the test;
When I harbored hard thoughts of His wisdom;
And mistakenly thought I knew best.
But His love wore away my resistance,
I was drawn by invincible grace
From the blessings that held my affections,
To Himself, and His tender embrace!
I don’t bother myself with great matters;
I’m at rest, and my heart is not proud.
I’m content with whatever He gives me,
And I’m thankful for what is allowed.
God is getting me ready for Heaven,
As He draws me from this world apart;
I’m awaiting, with joy, for the weaning
That shall bring me at last to His heart!
O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me. Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me. (Psalm 131:1,2)
I heard the author of this poem ask an important question:
Q – Is there anything better than Mother’s Milk?
A – Mother!