QUIETNESS amid the dash of the storm. We sail the lake with Him still; and as we reach its middle waters, far from land, under midnight skies, suddenly a great storm sweeps down. Earth and hell seem arrayed against us, and each billow threatens to overwhelm. Then He arises from His sleep, and rebukes the winds and the waves. His hand waves benediction and repose over the rage of the tempestuous elements. His voice is heard over the scream of the wind and the conflict of the billows, “PEACE, BE STILL”. And, instantly, there is a great calm. HE GIVETH QUIETNESS. Quietness amid the loss of inward consolations. He, sometimes, withdraws these, because we are tempted to look at our joy or our visions —-with too great complacency. He draws nigh and whispers the assurance of His presence.
HE GIVETH QUIETNESS
He, whose homeless feet have pressed our path of pain
Whose hands have borne the burden of our sorrow
That in our losses we might find our gain.
Of all Thy gifts and infinite consolation
I ask but this : in every troubled hour
To hear Thy voice through all the tumults stealing
And rest serene beneath its tranquil power.
Cares cannot fret me if my soul be dwelling
In the still air of faith’s untroubled day
Grief cannot shake me if I walk beside Thee
My hand in Thine along the darkening way.
Content to know there comes a radiant morning
When from all shadows I shall find release
Serene to wait the rapture of its dawning
Who can make trouble when THOU SENDEST PEACE ?