Content , Oh Lord...is the soul

Who hides himself in thee

When the storms of life do come

In peace, his heart shall be.

V W Loveday©  February 4, 2002 copyrighted

When winds are raging oe'r the upper ocean,

  And billows wild contend with angry roar,

'Tis said far down beneath the wild commotion,

  That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.

Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth,

  And silver waves chime ever peacefully,

And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,

  Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.

So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purist,

  There is a temple sacred evermore,

And all the babble of life's angry voices

  Dies in hushed silence at its peaceful door.

Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,

  And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully,

And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,

  Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee.

          ~Harriet Beecher Stowe~