"Be still," I hear Him softly say.
"Be still, lay all aside."
He who mad the universe stoops down,
and gathers up my cares.
"Be still," He chides again.
His work begins within my weary soul.
"Be patient. In quiet stay.
Listen to me."
Though pressed in every side,
I clear my heart and mind.
In timid voice and heart,
I lift to Him my praise.
How quiet, His presence.
How healing His words.
In hushed awe, I listen.
I savor each one.
My will He bends.
My heart, He sweeps clean.
My strength, He renews.
My soul, He fills to overflowing.
He teaches through His word.
I heed what He tells me.
I stand and give Him praise.
Together we go forth and serve.