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( sunrise at Glacier National Park. Daddy took this shot)

Quiet Peace

O lord, my heart is all a prayer,

But it is silent unto Thee;

I am too tired to look for words,

I rest upon thy sympathy

To understand when I am dumb;

And well I know thou hearest me.

I know thou hearest me because

A quiet peace comes down to me,

And fills the places where before

Weak thoughts were wandering wearily

And deep within me it is calm

Though waves are tossing outwardly

Amy Carmichael

1867-1951