Be Still
Be still and know that the Lord is near,
tracing the length of each falling tear.
Like pearls of rain on a thirsty field,
there remains a priceless yield.
Be still and know that your heart is heard,
every incomprehensible word,
the sollumn substance of your soul,
every moan and groan unspeakable.
Be still and know that the birds still sing
in spite of all the suffering.
Each wing is as an angel's spread,
puppeteered by heaven's thread.
Be still and know that the Lord is King.
He, who spared not His Son, will provide a good thing.
Every wound is faithful as a friend;
behold how love and sorrow blend.
Be still and learn the Maker's heart.
Lo, who can know... how great Thou art?!"
8-27-2024
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2024
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