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”