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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jun 1, 1882

The Home Circle.

LITTLE ROGER'S PRAYER.

We gathered for morning worship, Little Roger stood by my knee, As I read how the Saviour calmed the storm On the waters of Galilee.

At evening the clouds grew heavy, The lightning vividly flashed, The winds rose high, and over our heads The thunder rolled and crashed.

Little Roger was building a block-house, Showing no signs of fear, And we, who were watching him, gave no heed To the storm that was drawing near,

Till a sudden glare illumined the room, Striking terror to every heart; While the thunder that followed with deafening crash Seemed rending the heavens apart.

We said not a word, but the baby saw That our faces were pale with fear; And he rose from his play, and crossing the floor To a sofa standing near,

Knelt down, and raising his eyes and hands, While wonder our hearts did fill, Said, with baby accents, sweet and clear, "Please, Jesus, say 'Peace, be still!'"

And the little prayer went up I know, To the throne by the "Jasper Sea," To the same kind ear that heard the cry Of the tremblers in Galilee.

The baby went back with a happy face To his play on the parlor floor; The cloud had passed, the lightning ceased, And we heard the thunder no more.

And I thought when storms of temptation and care Are ruffling the spirit, I will Pray, just as the baby did that day, "Dear Jesus, say, 'Peace, be still!'"