Stand Still and See

This is a beautiful poem.  I've carried it around with me for at least 15 years, having read the biography of John and Betty Stam, a couple of great faith and courage.  I hope that it is not a copyright infringement to post it on this blog, if it is let me know and I will remove it.

STAND STILL AND SEE

a Poem by Betty Stam, martyred with her husband in China, December 8, 1934.

    I'm standing, Lord

There is a mist that blinds my sight.

Sharp jagged rocks, front, left, and right.

Hover, dim, gigantic in the night.

   Where is the way?

   I'm standing, Lord.

The black rock hems me in behind

Above my head a moaning wind

Chills and oppresses heart and mind.

   I am afraid!

   I'm standing, Lord.

The rock is hard beneath my feet.

I nearly slipped Lord on the sleet.

So weary, Lord and where a seat?

   Still must I stand?

He answered me, and on His face

A look ineffable of grace,

Of perfect, understanding love,

Which all my murmuring did remove.

   I'm standing, Lord.

Since Thou hast spoken, Lord I see

Thou hast beset; these rocks are Thee;

And since Thy love encloses me,

I stand and sing.