Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael, Commander of the Waters

Is He not here, Commanderof the waters?Lo,the light spray leaps up aware to meet Him.Hark how the joyful water voices greet Him.    Hail,O Commander!He sits as King: the boulders are His footstool; Foam-pure the lovely pageant of His growing;Fresh with the freshness of young leaves, His crowning-    Hail, O Commander!Hush, there’s a silence in theContinue reading “Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael, Commander of the Waters”