Still
The mountains crumble Before my eyes Or is that just my heart When I break down and cry The oceans rise And fall by the hand Of this being As I struggle to comprehend How little I must seem Amidst the world in front of me I often feel silly Sitting in the mud When I pout over My impending ‘flood’ Must seem like a trickle Compared to the storms that roar When I doubt, I wonder if you even see me Lord And you chuckle In the thunder You sing in the rain That’s when I realize You’ve carried my pain Up a hill and I try to be still… You love me And I reach out to claim The hope you give And I try to remain Still Listening Breathing Still 07/31/25 clc “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.” “He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I ...