Ruach Breath Of Life

Music by by Francis Cummings Lord, drop Your still dews of quietness, till all our strivings cease; take from our souls the strain and stress, and let our ordered lives confess the beauty of Your peace. Lord, I’ve often sung those words, but since dew never falls on stormy nights let my heart be still enough to receive the whispers of Your love. Sometimes, Lord, Your silence is as eloquent as words, for You know what You are planning to do, as surely as You stilled the hunger of the crowds who followed You up the hill. You want us to trust You beyond all immediate signs of comfort. Fishermen catch no fish until they cast their net, and since I will know no peace of mind until I place my burdens into Your powerful hands I cast all variety of anxiety upon You now, undeterred Shepherd of my soul. King David said, “I delight to do Your will”; let his words be also true of me. If You had let me follow the devices and desires of my heart, I would never have reached the places You had in mind. So You have