Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apaart,
Searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows,
Where, when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.
He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind,
Love without end.
This text by Emma Lou Thayne was put to music by Joleen G. Meredith in 1935 and is one of my favorite hymns. I don't know the circumstances Emma was under when she penned these verses. I imagine there was some heartache, some pain, some dissappointment. At some moment in her life when all seemed lost He answered privately and she knew that He knew her personally.
Having been there I know the dark and dreary place that it is. All hope seems lost and it is a lonely journey. And then comes the Savior, gently with peace and assurance and calm. Constant and kind, love without end. I am grateful for the Savior. I am grateful for the love He has for me. I know He lives and I know that He is aware of me, He knows me, He loves me. I know that He loves you and knows you intimately. When you find yourself in pain and all seems lost and there is nothing to calm you anguish, hold on a little longer and trust in the Lord. He understands, He, only one, constant and kind. Love without end.
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