A Place of Quiet Rest

It's a quiet afternoon. The sky is grey, the snow is falling. We've just been through a week of weather extremes and yet inside the house is peace, calm and quiet. I have titled my blog, A Place of Quiet Rest. Many of you who know me know that one of my favorite songs forms a prayer within my heart taken from the well-known hymm, Near to the Heart of God. The words and music were written by Cleland B. McAfee in 1903. He wrote these words after two young daughters of his brother Howard died from diphtheria within 24 hours of each other. The choir at Park College sang this new addition and were so touched by it that they went to Howard's quarantined house and sang it outside the window. And so my heart's desire is that in our daily happenings and events I as well as you may have a place of quiet rest even if all may seem in tourmoil...for there is always a promised place of quiet rest.

There is a place of quiet rest

Near to the heart of God,

A place where sin cannot molest,

Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of comfort sweet

Near to the heart of God,

A place where we our Savior meet,

Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of full release

Near to the heart of God.

A place where all is joy and peace,

Near to the heart of God.

Refrain: O Jesus blest Redeemer

Sent from the heart of God,

Hold us who wait before Thee

Near to the heart of God. Amen.