Quietness

Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael: “My Quietness”

My quietnessOh thou, who are my quietness, my deep repose my rest from strife of tongues, my holy hill fair is thy pavilion where I hold me still.Back, let them fall from me my clamorous foes, confusions multipliedfrom crowding things of sense, I flee and in thee hide.Until this tyranny be overpast thy hand willContinue reading “Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael: “My Quietness””