Lord, I have shut the door: speak now the word
Which in the din and throng could not be heard.
Hushed now my inner heart: whisper Thy will
While I have come apart, while all is still.In this blest quietness clamorings cease;
Here in Thy presence dwells infinite peace.
Yonder, the strife and cry; yonder, the sin.
Lord, I have shut the door, Thou art within.Lord, I have shut the door, strengthen my heart;
Yonder awaits the task -- I share a part.
Only through grace bestowed may I be true:
Here, while alone with Thee, my strength renew.
... William A. Runyan
Well may this body poorer, feebler grow!
It is undressing for its last sweet bed;
But why should the soul, which death shall never know,
Authority, and power, and memory shed?
It is that love with absolute faith would wed;
God takes the inmost garments off his child,
To have him in his arms, naked and undefiled.
... George Macdonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Compilation Copyright, 1996-2008, by Robert McAnally Adams,