Be Still Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE

Though the rivers roar
The tides rise up high
Dare not quiver a little
The Lord shall hold you still

These sands are sinking
Your feet are weakened
Faith is dwindling
Don't be so shaken!

The lord is faithful
You think he cares not
His eyes are blinded
He sees all your fears!

Be still in your storms
He comes with a calm
To wipe all your tears
To sweep away your fears

The Lord is in control
Even when all seems hopeless
He is the clear path
In the maze of darkness