Wednesday, May 30, 2012

"Thou Art the Lord Who Slept Upon the Pillow"

So many trials for so many people, it seems like, lately.  I just heard that a former student died in a car accident last night.  A good internet friend - wife of a Christian camp program director - was diagnosed with cancer a few days ago.  Former students with a son who has a degenerative mitochondrial disease. A dear older friend who is in heart failure.  People struggling with depression.  The loss of Mike's sister.

The Christian has a source of strength that others do not have.  I just read Lamentations 3 this morning and it blessed my heart as to the hope of the believer.

This Amy Carmichael poem was published on this blog several years ago but it is worth repeating.

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


Diane said...

Oh, I love this! Thank you! :)

Barbara H. said...

This is one of my favorites of Amy's poems.

It does seem like these kinds of things pile up all at once sometimes, bringing a time of heaviness. I'm thankful He is sufficient to uphold us.