Stillness is a precious gift
Which soothes my soul with peace and calm.
As I lay my burdens down
It comes as wondrous healing balm.
The daily hub-bub which I face
Will tend to overfill my cup
With worries, work and weariness
Or thoughts which often "stir me up".
When I discard my busyness
In favor of the Holy Place,
There I find God's peace and calm,
Hear His voice and know His grace.
As I wait there stillness comes.
The "world" grows dim and far away.
His peace restores my weary soul
As I wait and and as I pray.
"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside still waters."
Psalm 23:2 KJV
© 2007 Arlene Schwartzkopf