Be Still

A cacophony of burdens make their place in my head,

As I lie weary upon my bed.

What makes the world go round? I wonder.

And where is the place of man? I ponder.

Is this all there is to life?

Bitterness, pain and then more strife?

Of what use is endless toil?

When physical needs cease once the body goes underneath the soil?

Why do men spend their days trying to please other men?

Living fake lives—hiding their real selves in mental dens.

Why has God become to some a myth?

Their disbelieving words it seems He permits?

Why are things once unlawful, now a pride?

And the Sons of Truth warned to hide?

My fears sometimes threaten to choke me,

And in those moments, I despair for I do not know myself.

But in the quiet, You show me all I can be.

The God of truth reveals Himself.

Daily, the world spins more on its axis,

And many a day feel like taxes,

Yet when turbulent thoughts come to pillage my sanity to its fill,

You call to my heart, "Peace, be still".

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"Do not fret or have any anxiety about anything, but in every circumstance and in everything, by prayer and petition (definite requests), with thanksgiving, continue to make your wants known to God. And God’s peace [shall be yours, that tranquil state of a soul assured of its salvation through Christ, and so fearing nothing from God and being content with its earthly lot of whatever sort that is, that peace] which transcends all understanding shall garrison and mount guard over your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."

—Philippians 4:6–7

"Let be and be still, and know (recognize and understand) that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations! I will be exalted in the earth!"

—Psalm 46:10