At Eventime
James Arnold Blaisdell
Riches of Grace a Collection of New Songs and Standard Hymns page 105
Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
The storms are raging on God’s deep–
God’s deep, not yours; be still and sleep.
Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
God’s hands shall still the Tempter’s sweep–
God’s hands, not yours; be still and sleep.
Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
God’s love is strong while night hours creep–
God’s love, not yours; be still and sleep.
Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
God’s heaven will comfort those who weep–
God’s heaven, not yours; be still and sleep.
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Sandy
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Thank you for this comforting poem. It came to my inbox at the right time.
Also, I love your new website design!
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Sannuthi, I’m glad you found the poem comforting. Thanks for letting me know you liked it, and the new design. 🙂
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peace in a poem – if only I could let God be God in every area of my life I would have this peace – this poem is such a reminder of who needs to be in charge if I want to rest in perfect peace – great poem!
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Thanks, Dave. God’s hand, not ours, right? Although we often think it’s all on us.
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Thank you for that poem. I also found it very comforting and very calming. God bless you.
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Thanks so much, Barbara. I’m glad you found the poem comforting.
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