(Sometimes I wake to a pit in my stomach. Jesus uses that weak spot in me to bring me back to my knees. It tastes like fear. It smells like dread. It screams loudly. It cannot be ignored. But if I stop and listen carefully, I can hear His whisper above the noise in my soul….)
My heart, it turns a deaf ear
To Your whisper, “Peace. Be still.”
Instead it hears the mocking taunts,
Fear’s voice so loud and shrill.
I long to feel Your presence
Ache to hear Your voice
Telling me I’ll be all right
And this will end in joy.
But for now I cannot see
So I’ll trust Your loving hand
To work all things out for my good
Though I don’t understand.
Hold me close, ’til this does pass
My ear against Your chest
So I hear your heart beat once again
And my heart again can rest.
“Peace. Be still, ” You whisper
You say you have a plan
So I will put my faith in You
And rest here in Your hand….
