A verse for today....

Entering the Fall Thou art my Lord Who slept upon the pillow Thou art my Lord Who calmed the furious sea; What matter beating wind and tossing billow If only we are in the boat with Thee? Hold us in quiet though the age-long minute While Thou art silent and the wind is shrill; What boat can sink when Thou, dear Lord, are in it? What heart can faint that resteth on Thy will? (From Amy Carmichael’s Edges of His Ways)