Of All the Gifts

 Of all the gifts I'd ask of Thee

In any troubled hour 'twould be

The gift of quietness of soul

That makes a weary heart feel whole.

Amid the storms to know Thy calm,

And feel Thy soothing, healing balm.

Blest quietness that comes from Thee,

And steadies me on rocky sea.

My cares are strivings then wilt find

Release through quietness of mind.

How canst I fear? For worries cease

When God, Thou sendeth me Thy peace.

~ Beverly J. Anderson

You rule the raging sea; You
still its swelling waves.
Psalm 89:10