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A friend of mine shared this with me today. I thought it was beautiful, so I am sharing it with all of you, my SHARE friends: I will be still, my bruised heart faintly murmured, As o'er me rolled a crushing load of woe; My words, my cries, e'en my low moan was stifled; I pressed my lips; I barred the teardrop's flow. I will be still, although I cannot see it, The love that bares a soul and fans pain's fire; That takes away the last sweet drop of solae, Breaks the lone harp string, hides Your precious lyre. But God is love, so I will stay me, stay me-- We'll doubt not, Soul, we will be very still; We'll wait till after while, when He will lift us-- Yes, after while, when it will be His will. And I did listen to my heart's brave promise; And I did quiver, struggling to be still; And I did lift my tearless eyes to Heaven, Repeating ever, "Yes, Christ, have Your will." But soon my heart spoke up from 'neath our burden, Rebuked my tight-drawn lips, my face so sad; "We can do more than this, O Soul," it whispered. "We can be more than still, we can be glad!" And now my heart and I are sweetly singing-- Singing without the sound of tuneful strings; Drinking abundant waters in the desert; Crushed, and yet soaring as on eagle's wings.