Be still, oh my troubled soul.
Storms may rock our ship
And the waters may rise,
Crashing over, creating darkness,
Yet the Lord holds us close.
Never shall the waters tear
Us from His encompassing hand,
And the thunder shall not hide His voice.
Be at peace, my weary soul,
And let go of all our struggles.
Letting go may be the only way
To hold onto this life, at times.
Our life is not even our own,
Belonging to our Father instead.
Rest in child-like trust,
Remembering every moment of help,
Thanking Him amidst the rain.
Rest in peaceful, unshaken joy.
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