| ||Amanda Lowman Bartholomew|| 19|
I shudder no more,
For the plash of the oar
Falls in rhythmical cadence so sweet,
It seems but a part
Of the Peace in my heart,
As the water flows nearer my feet.
Nor yet do I shrink,
Tho', close to the brink,
The breath from the river grows chill;
For thro' the deep roll
His voice in my soul
Bids the Waves and all fears be still.
In the fast ebbing sand,
Uplifted I stand
By a Hand pierced for me long ago;
My sins all confessed,
On His bosom I rest,
He will bear me safe over, I know.