"PEACE, BE STILL"
The charm of a sunset I cannot capture
Or carve a mountain high,
Sculpt a majestic eagle's wings
Or paint rainbows across the sky
...Clothe one tree with leaves
Of glorious colors of crimson and gold,
Or bring to it greening in Springtime ~
'Cause sweet roses' petals to unfold.
I cannot feather a sparrow
Or create for the fish one fin,
Mold for the peacock its brilliant plume,
Build a nest the birds could live in.
But, there is a mighty Sovereign,
The Creator of all things who can,
With the voice of many waters,
Calm raging seas at His command.
And, when I am confused and troubled,
As a storm toss'd vessel at sea,
That Voice simply speaks,
"Peace, be still,"
Restoring to me sweet tranquility!
The charm of a sunset I cannot capture
Or carve a mountain high,
Sculpt a majestic eagle's wings
Or paint rainbows across the sky
...Clothe one tree with leaves
Of glorious colors of crimson and gold,
Or bring to it greening in Springtime ~
'Cause sweet roses' petals to unfold.
I cannot feather a sparrow
Or create for the fish one fin,
Mold for the peacock its brilliant plume,
Build a nest the birds could live in.
But, there is a mighty Sovereign,
The Creator of all things who can,
With the voice of many waters,
Calm raging seas at His command.
And, when I am confused and troubled,
As a storm toss'd vessel at sea,
That Voice simply speaks,
"Peace, be still,"
Restoring to me sweet tranquility!
© 2002 by Mary Carter Mizrany -- all rights reserved
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