There was a traveler who at first saw nothing of the light that was shining in the wood
After a while the thought moved softly-“I am with you all the days and all the day long”.
But just as a flower never presses it’s sweetness upon anyone but freely gives to him who desires it, and to him as often as he will,
So that thought of peace did not force itself upon the traveler,
and yet it did offer to his lips a cup of healing.
And then, but how it came to be so has never yet been told,
the gloom of the darkness was gone,
the light in the wood shone forth,
and the glory thereof. – Amy Carmichael