Stand Still and See

I’m standing, Lord:

There is a mist that blinds my sight.

Steep, jagged rocks, front, left and right,

Lower, dim, gigantic, in the night.

Where is the way?

I'm standing, Lord:

The black rocks hem me in behind,

Above my head a moaning wind

Chills and opresses heart and mind.

I am afraid!

I’m standing, Lord:

The rock is hard beneath my feet;

I nearly slipped, Lord, on the sleet.

So weary, Lord! And where a seat?

Still, must I stand?

He answered me, and on His face

A look ineffable of grace,

Of perfect, understanding love,

Which all my murmurings did remove.

I'm standing, Lord:

Since Thou hast spoken, Lord, I see

Thou hast beset- these rocks are Thee! 

And since Thy love encloses me, 

I stand and sing.

- Betty Stam