“I rest in His love, as a ship in a storm
Takes rest on a restless sea:
Knowing the currents that bear it up
Are steady and strong and free.
I rest in His love, as a tree in the wind
Takes rest through the bitter blast:
Feeling the pull of the deep, deep roots
That anchor it sure and fast.
I rest in His love, as a babe on the breast
Takes rest from the world’s alarms:
Hearing the beat of the parent-heart,
Locked close in the parent-arms.
I rest in His love. He will bear me up
And anchored my soul shall be:
As a storm-swept ship, as a sleeping child,
I rest - as a wind-tossed tree.”
-Helen Frazee-Bower, He Came with Music
