A Quiet Mind

What room is there for troubled fear?
I know my Lord, and He is near.
And He will light my candle, so
That I may see the way to go.

There need be no bewilderment

To one who goes where he is sent;

The trackless plain by night and day

Is set with signs, lest he should stray.

My path may cross a waste of sea,

But that need never frighten me;

Or rivers full to very brim,

But they are open ways to Him.

My path may lead through woods at night,

Where neither moon nor any light

Of guiding star or beacon shines;

He will not let me miss my signs.

Lord, grant to me a quiet mind,

That trusting Thee, for Thou art kind,

I may go on without a fear,

For Thou, my Lord, art always near.

by V. Raymond Edman