A Prayer

by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

That peace which passeth understanding;
That peace which clings an unopened lily;
That peace which hangeth like a garment
About a mountain peak;
That peace which slippeth between the morning
And the night like a phantom thing;
That peace which is the quietude, the communion,
The infinite power of rest;
That peace which hovers about an infant's eyes,
Encompass me!
For I am weary, and my soul crieth out.
Let Thine encircling arms enfold me.
Let me rest my head upon Thy bosom,
And learn from Thy mute lips, contriteness,
And silence before oppression.

Last updated January 14, 2019