Poem November 11, 1933 Issue

O Still Small Voice!

REUBEN POGSON

O still small voice that came in stillness of the Horeb height,
That hushed to silence earthquake, wind, and flame,
Come whisper now, that we forget the hour of shameful flight,
When evil menaced him who loved Thy name!

So in this later day, when we seem overwhelmed by storm
Of flaming hate, our world seems rocked and quakes
In tumult; when a starless night of chaos void of form
Deceives, come, whisper thou, The dawn now breaks!

Thus, softly through our lowly lives and humble homes come thou,
That we may have that inward calm and peace
Impregnable to all assault against the truth that now
We are the sons of God—and find release!

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