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MID ALL THE TRAFFIC OF THE WAYS. . .

Mid all the traffic of the ways. . .
Turmoil within, without,
Make in my heart a quiet place
And come and dwell therein.

A little shrine of quietness,
All sacred to Thyself,
Where Thou shalt all my soul possess
And I may find myself.



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CUES

I would be humbled in this trial.
I need its lesson true.
I've much to learn in Father's school--
Obedience to heaven's cue.



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