Wednesday, March 31, 2010

In The Stillness

A quiet heart is rare to find,
It's strength is subtle and its security free.
With nothing to prove, it is bound by no burden.
It soars through the sun with an envious ease, falling and flying through the warm red, yellow and orange mixtures, blissfully thankful.
But when it storms and the waves threaten to sink, it sleeps soundly, safety assured, knowing him from whom it comes.
A quiet heart is rare to find
I pray oh God that you would make it mine.

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