be still

torn and wrestled back and forth
joy, disappointment, pain and happiness
filling me up
then there is fear.
the kind with the cold frustration as a neighbor
i can’t stop crying till He.
no, daughter, no
here, you are safe
peace be still
for my will is where im taking you
you asked to be in my will, you did
let me drive. sit back.
take the worry off your face
i’ll lift that burden from your shoulders
and it is so simple with Him.
i give him my breaking heart
and he fills the cracks with peace
holds my hand, and wipes the wet from my cheeks
it’s all working out, working out

the hard is the classroom
the hard is when i pay attention
the hard is when i cling, cling so hard to the hand that was always there
the hard is when i take a step onto the bridge of words i’ve spoken for so long
the hard is when i find the bridge firm beneath my feet