Tanzania

Dear Bill

Be still upon your Maker’s breast
With sparring tears of crystal clear;
Fall gently in His warm caress

Crushed hearts demand this noble rest
On such a being so kind and near;
Be still upon your Maker’s breast

When fools can look and act the best
And a scoffing world lends a sneer,
Fall gently in His warm caress

When ghastly shadows feed your mess
With refuse lies, like babies reared,
Be still upon your Maker's breast

Embrace that burning in your chest
Resigned, resolved, confessing fear,
Fall gently in His warm caress!

My mind reels on words like these, lest
I forget them in coming years:
Be still upon your Maker’s breast,
Fall gently in His warm caress