The dimming of one candle,
The sparkling of another.
Winds pass,
They caress and blow.
Yet the still, soft whisper speaks to
me.
“Peace be still,
All is well.
By My voice, all things live and
move.
By My plan, all things pass away.”
Pain may grip the heart for a day or
more.
Soon replaced with the joy of life.
The winds pass over the waters.
A froth or wave may crest.
Still, the Lord’s voice,
His hand upon it rests.
No breath, no star, no night, or day
Bursts through except as the Lord
ordains.
No sun, no storm, no awakening, or
sleep
Erupts from its slumber, except as
the Lord speaks.
Nothing passes or surprises God
almighty.
He gives His peace in the storm and
joy for each day.
Whether the dimming flicker of one
candle or the sparkling of a new,
God is with us as we embrace the
passing winds,
Whether flowing rambunctious or calm
with life imbued.
“Peace be still,
All is well.
By My voice, all things live and
move.
By My plan, all things pass away.”
