Poetry Saturday—Pressed

Annie Johnson FlintPressed beyond measure ; yes, pressed to great length.
Pressed so intensely, beyond my own strength;
Pressed in the body and pressed in the soul,
Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll.
Pressure from foes, and pressures from dear friends.
Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends.

Pressed into knowing no helper but God;
Pressed into loving His staff and His rod.
Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed into faith for impossible things.
Pressed into living my life for the Lord,

Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured. —Annie Johnson Flint

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