What room is there for troubled fear?I know my Lord, and He is near;
That I may see the way I go.
There need be no bewilderment
To one who goes where he is sent;
The trackless plain, by night and day
Is set with signs lest he should stray.
My path may cross a waste of sea
But that need never frighten me ---
Or rivers full to very brim,
But they are open ways to Him.
My path may lead thro' wood at night,
Where neither moon nor any light
Of guiding star or beacon shines;
He will not let me miss my signs.
Lord, grant to me a quiet mind,
That, trusting Thee -- for Thou art kind--
I may go on without a fear,
For Thou, my Lord, art always near.
~ Amy Carmichael ~
[painting "WORKING LATE" © Ray Hendershot]
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