Poem June 2, 1962 ISSUE

BE STILL AND KNOW

Nell Benson Thomas

Be still, O friend, and know that whereThou standest now is holy ground,Since God is there.Remove the sandals from thy feet.Purge every thought of vain defeat;Of each least sin, each fear,Each impulse that dishonors God.Then shall thy staff become a rod.Then shall thy blinded eyes beholdThe precious blessings that enfoldThee now, oh, here and now!

Nell Benson Thomas

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