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 will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.””

Psalms‬ ‭46‬:‭1‬-‭3‬, 10 NIV‬‬