Sit still, my daughter!
Just sit calmly still!
Nor deem these days–
these waiting days as ill.
The One Who loves thee best,
Who plans thy way
Hath not forgotten thy great need today.
And if He waits, ‘tis sure He wants to prove
To thee, His tender child,
His heart’s deep love.
Sit still, my daughter!
Just sit calmly still!
Thou longest much to know
thy dear Lord’s will.
While anxious thoughts
would almost steal their way
Corrodingly within, because of His delay–
Persuade thyself in simple faith to rest
That He Who knows and loves,
will do the best.
Sit still, my daughter!
Just sit calmly still!
Nor move one step not even one, until
His way hath opened.
Then, ah then, how sweet!
How glad thy heart,
and then, how swift thy feet!
Thy inner being, then, ah then, how strong!
And waiting days not counted then too long.
Sit still, my daughter!
Just sit calmly still!
What higher service
couldst thou for Him fill?
‘Tis hard, ah yes,
but choicest things must cost.
For lack of losing all how much is lost!
‘Tis hard, ‘tis true, but then–
He giveth grace
To count the hardest spot
the sweetest place.
(Author Unknown)




































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