The Age-Long Minute

Thou art the Lord 

    who slept upon the pillow, 

Thou art the Lord 

    who soothed the furious sea,

What matter beating wind 

    and tossing billow 

If only we are in the boat 

    with Thee? 

Hold us in quiet 

    through the age-long minute 

While Thou art silent, 

    and the wind is shrill: 

Can the boat sink while Thou, 

    dear Lord, art in it?

Can the heart faint 

    that waiteth on Thy will? 

                        - Amy Carmichael