Be Still by Flora E. Warren

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, Cal. · Feb 7, 1911

"Be Still"

By Flora E. Warren

I SMILE when I rise 'neath the sunny skies Of the promising hour of morn; But my heart sinks low in the sunset glow, For my burdens are tied and torn. I weep as I view, when the day is through, All the gifts that my heart would bring; For the closing day, tho I toil and pray, Finds but one little offering.

I smile through my tears, as a sweet thought cheers Like a rainbow in misty gloom: In the Father's heart, a small flow'r has part; I may stand in my place and bloom. There's love and His grace for the smallest place, Tho the day may be long and drear; And a constant look through each cloud and crook Will behold the bright sunshine near.

I know that His arm ever shields from harm, And will guide all the weary way; And my heart is light through earth's darksome night, For there follows a perfect day. My trust is in Him, tho my eyes are dim As I pray He'll my loved ones keep; There's a sweet voice mild, whispers, "Rest, My child, For the Shepherd still loves His sheep."

There's joy, doubting heart, in the lesser part; There's a place for the tiny rill; And over each hour, is Love's guiding pow'r, And His tender voice says, "Be still."