Be Still

Just be still, when all is stress,
Jesus comes and brings His rest.

No drama, noise or fanfare proud,
He sees each person in the crowd.

More than a number, or just a type,
He picks the fruit when it is ripe.

A patient gardener works our soil,
With nourishing food that does not spoil.

His seed of love, will grow a tree,
And His kind care will set us free

From this world, a crazy stage,
We are like exhibits in a cage.

But He sees the truth behind the mask,
Giving much more than we can ask

When evil forces do their worst,
Just remember God comes first.

The Lord is here, though chaos reigns
And tries to bind us with its chains.

And when we think there is no choice,
It is then we hear His still small voice.