Thursday, January 24, 2013

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

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