Be now, my Lord, my peace in pain
My truest joy, my greatest gain
My grace in grief when hope seems shamed
My deepest love, my Savior slain.
Be still, my Lord, my perfect power
My hope in death, my only tower
Who brings my feeble faith to flower
And guards my feet in sorrow’s hour.
Be, then, my Lord who conquers death
Who freely at the cross gives rest
Come once again, but in glory dressed
And take us home to sinlessness.
Note: This poem comes out of great tragedy. I wrote it in college while I was processing and grieving the sudden death of a friend from high school.
For those who are familiar, I wrote it as a hymn using the hymn tune ‘O Waly, Waly’.
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