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When I am sore beset,
I seek some quiet place,
Some lonely room or barren windswept hill,
And there in silence wait apart until see again the smile upon God’s face;
Until His presence floods me like the dawn,
And I can hear His whispered,
Peace, be still,
And know the strength to do His will.
I turn to take my load and find it gone.
– Antoinette Goetschius
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