Poetry Friday: Amy Carmichael

Quiet Place

O Lord, my heart is all a prayer,

But it is silent unto thee;

I am to tired to look for words,

I rest upon thy sympathy

To understand when I am dumb;

And well I know thou hearest me.

I know thou hearest me because

A quiet peace comes down to me,

And fills the places where before

Weak thoughts were wandering wearily;

And deep within me it is calm,

Thought waves are tossing outwardly.

Amy Carmichael

1867-1951

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While visiting Adventures in Daily Living I found this little Poetry Friday, and being a poetry lover myself I thought... what a great idea. Two Writing Teachers is the wonderful host this week.