Amy CarmichaelWith all the distractions of modern life, I often find my mind and thoughts to be filled with so many random, even meaningless preoccupations. This has been my own case of late. The last couple of days the following lines of a poem written by the great missionary to India, Amy Carmichael, have been in my mind;
Think through me, thoughts of God
My Father, Quiet me,
Till in Thy Holy presence, hushed,
My Father, Quiet me,
Till in Thy Holy presence, hushed,
I think Thy thoughts with Thee.
1 comments:
I hope all is going well there and you are getting to feel better. You've had a lot to juggle these past few months, but you sure have done a fine job of handling things.
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