Security

Although the path seems dark, the way obscure,And great clouds stoop above me, threatening,I need not fear these phantoms; safe and sureI can walk onward, never wavering.The way shows steep, and dangerously nearI sense the deep abyss; I cannot seeThe needful steps to take, but I can hearA voice behind me, speaking tenderly.

It calms the tempest, bids the wind be still,And light gleams through the curtains of the rain;Before me now the path is straight, the hillIs smoothed, and I walk strong and free again.So still, so small, yet silver-sweet and clear,This is the way, walk in it—Love is here.

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