Protection

I Did hear the drums of war pass by, Confusion like the surging of the sea;I did not know that battle lit the sky,For, in a quiet place, I walked with Thee.

I did not know that anger seemed to speak,That hatred and disdain roamed through the land. I hardly felt the blows upon my cheek—So well I knew the feeling of Thy hand. The clamor and the press of human wills, I found no room for these within my heart As, in the sanctuary of Thy hills, I walked with Thee, in quietness, apart.

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