AN QUIETUDE

by: Roxie Lusk Smith

I know not how by hand or arm
God sweetly doth console;
Ir not y 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.

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