[Written for the Sentinel]


For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.—Isaiah 25:4.

The blast of the terrible ones may comeas a storm against the wall!What of that? For our God is a God of calm:I have harked to a pine cone's fallAnd missed never a word of that still, small voiceWhich told me the way to go;I have heard His whisper ride down the galesof summer—of blizzard snow.

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