"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 apart,
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."
--Emma Lou Thayne
Where is my solace
When other sources cease
to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart,
anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart,
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."
--Emma Lou Thayne
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