The Age-Long Minute
Amy Carmichael
Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow,
Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea,
What matter beating wind and tossing billow
If only we are in the boat with Thee?
Hold us quiet through the age-long minute
While Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill:
Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it;
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?
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This is another of those poems that speaks truth to me deep in my soul. It is both convicting and encouraging. Convicting because, too often I fail to be "quiet through the age-long minute"...but encouraging because it is a reminder of the unfailing truth that, if He is in the boat, it cannot sink.
I've always loved this poem. I think you could ponder the words forever and never get to the depths of them. The age-long minute. What a perfect choice of words to describe the emotions of our hearts. And yes, I agree. Can you ever read this poem without feeling that sense of still having a long way to go in your own personal faith and trust? How encouraging to know that He is always in our boat and that we are not alone.
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