Description: My first response to almost every stressful situation is to run away. Oddly and disappointingly God has at time revealed to me that His Way is actually to stay and endure and watch for His provision in the impossible. This poem is an ode to that voice of His whether I follow it or not.
Stillness, The kind that makes you anxious, Or fall deep into depression; Without Faith Strong Faith You will fall. Don’t forget my promises, My child remember I am here Inside and among you I am doing a new thing I am doing a good thing Sit now, I am working. Lord, I trust You My own hands are tired I am growing weary So I stay and wait on You You are Good You are Holy You alone are worthy of my praise.
Ryan Bowser 