Close your eyes, and listen as you read.

Cease your thinking, troubled Christian,
What avail your anxious cares?
God is ever thinking for you;
Jesus ev’ry burden bears.
Casting all your care upon Him,
Sink into His blessed will
While He folds you to His bosom,
Sweetly whisp’ring, “Peace, be still.”

Beloved, God has a carpenter for every horn and if the work you are doing is His work, the gates of hell cannot prevail against it.

Taken from: "The Fourfold Gospel" by A.B. Simpson