Thursday, August 2, 2012

Be Still And Know...



Be still and know that I am God,
I plan the pathway that you trod,
I paint the trees that mark the trails
Where fleet deer rests and coyote wails,
I touch the clouds with coral hues
And brush with gold the azure blues,
Then as the night-shades softly fall
I wrap you in a starry shawl

Be still and know that I am God
I plan the pathway that you trod,
I guide the laughing brooks that play
Beneath the weeping willows sway,
I tend the minnows as they race
Within its bubbling, trickling pace,
I ruffle all the fern and flowers
Gracing shores and leafy bowers

Be still and know that I am God,
I plan the pathway that you trod,
I plan the hills and valleys too,
And promise that I’ll see you through
The winds that taunt the shifting sail,
The whispering breeze, the strongest gale,
The storms that toss you where you stand,
I hold them all within My hand

Be still and know that I am God,
I plan the pathway that you trod,
I plan the beauty and the pain,
The warm sunshine, the driving rain,
My grace sufficient for each need

 Janet Martin

As I wrote the previous poem I recalled this one written years ago...

3 comments:

  1. This title grabbed me!! My grandmother has a couple titled as such and they gathered my attention as I was helping her pack and unpack...

    This poem is stunning...

    Your examples of the sheer greatness of our loving God sends shivers on confirmation through my spirit.

    I'm so grateful to find your words tonight, Janet, they are a gift.

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  2. Hannah, your words are always a beautiful gift. Thank-you.

    ...and bless you for helping your Grandma. I miss mine:)

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