REST

Lord, Thou art here. Blackness of nightIs shot with rays of living light.Sleep may not come, but tranquillyIn deep content I rest in Thee,For healing Love is all around,And in the silence so profoundCome angel whispers of Thy voice,Father, I thank Thee and rejoice.

Annie Kate White

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