Thursday, January 3, 2008

My inmost calm

My life flows on in endless song
Above life’s lamentation
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails the new creation.

Above the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

What though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the Truth, it liveth.
What though the darkness round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I’m clinging;
Since Love is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear
And hear their death-knell ringing;
When friends rejoice both far and near
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging.
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?

SING OUT, Volume 7, No. 1, 1957
Folk revival song popularized by Pete Seeger

In peace,

The Rev. Linda McCloud
The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek

Photo: wind art on my back porch December 2007

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