In Quietude

 

I know not how by hand or arm
God sweetly doth console;
It's not by worldly happenstance
He pacifies my soul...

Deep within, there cometh peace --
A child of His I be --
He worketh all to my own good
And sets my spirit free --

What ere I am, God views the whole;
My wilted soul takes wing!
He lifts to bless my earthly ways
What heaven's best can bring.

 

~ Roxie Lusk Smith