Stilling The Storm Poem by Royston Allen

Stilling The Storm



Voices, more voices. Too many voices!
Choices, more choices. So many choices!
Where shall I go and what shall I do?
Out of my confusion I turn to you.

Silence, serenity, quietness and calm;
stillness and harmony, freedom from harm.
Peace, perfect peace is now filling my soul.
Purpose and healing as Christ makes me whole.

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