Poem June 2, 1962 Issue

BE STILL AND KNOW

Nell Benson Thomas

Be still, O friend, and know that where
Thou standest now is holy ground,
Since God is there.
Remove the sandals from thy feet.
Purge every thought of vain defeat;
Of each least sin, each fear,
Each impulse that dishonors God.
Then shall thy staff become a rod.
Then shall thy blinded eyes behold
The precious blessings that enfold
Thee now, oh, here and now!

Nell Benson Thomas

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