Indwelling Spirit

Mid the clamor and the turmoil,
When the world would have its way,
Tap indwelling wells of quitness
That will feed me through the day.


Be my source of inspiration;
Be my inner poise and calm;
At the altar of being
Send sweet harmonies of balm.



When I feel distraught and burdened
And there seems no listening ear,
Filter through my viens the order
That controls and conquers fear.


When annoy disrupts the silence
And confusion prompts dismay,
Let my spirit rise to meet Thee,
On the strains of peace I pray.


                                            Roxie Lusk Smith


Is.30:7