Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow;Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea.
What matter beating wind and tossing billow
If only we are in the boat with Thee?
Hold us in quiet through the age-long minute
While Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill:
Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it?
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?
--Amy Carmichael
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All of my Amy books are still in a box, so I'm looking forward to moving so I can finally unpack them. There has been such a void without them! This is one of my favorites. Thanks for sharing.
This is one of my favorites of hers.
Happy Mother's Day to you! When do you get done with school?
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