When I am sore beset...

When I am sore beset, I seek some quiet place,

Some lonely room or barren windswept hill,

And there in silence wait apart until

I see again the smile upon God's face;

Until His presence floods me like the dawn,

And I can hear His whispered, "Peace, be still,"

And know the strength to do His will.

I turn to take my load and find it gone.
--Antoinette Goetschius image