Confidence

CONFIDENCE.


Thou layest Thy hand on the fluttering heart
And sayest, “Be still!”
The shadow and silence are only a part
Of Thy sweet will.
Thy Presence is with me, and where Thou art
I fear no ill.


By Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879)


A lot of these poems are personal dialogs with God; you might say that they are prayers in poetic form.


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