Be Still
I stumbled, I cried
there was a raging storm inside.
And then he spoke,
"Peace be still"
He broke the yoke and I heard him.
"Peace be still"...and he spoke. He spoke.
"Peace be still"
The raging storm, it yields to his will.
His words breath life
he said "Peace be still".
The storm is quiet and fast asleep,
it lies dormant beneath my feet.
The waves were crashing,
I was about to break.
But he spoke "Peace be still",
...and thats all it did take.
Copyright © Crista Gorman | Year Posted 2011
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