Be Still and Know

Written around the time I had surgery early last year. I had been in the most excruciating pain I had ever felt and could not sit or walk:

If I could move about 

As others do with ease,

Myself I would forget, 

To meet my family's needs.

I'd rise up bright and early 

To make the morning meal,

And sweet would be my joy 

When pleasure others feel.

I'd tidy up our home, 

Would cheerfully do the chores,

The dishes I would wash, 

Or even wash the floors.

I'd pick up little toys 

And things that lay around,

I'd put them in their place 

To keep them safe and sound.

I'd sit and have a chat 

Or take a little walk,

And songs would fill my heart, 

Of His praise i would talk.

Great joy I'd find in serving, 

Instead of being served,

But, Lord, I'm stuck confined; 

Must something more be learned?

See all the things I could 

Be doing now for You?

This list did not exhaust 

All that there is to do.

Is not there more to life 

Than feeling handicapped?

I'd rather give a drink 

Instead of for one ask.

"Oh, My precious child," 

My Father said to me,

"It's not a waste of time; 

This is My plan for thee.

For so long you've been busy 

Running to and fro',

And now you're finally able 

To just be still and know

That I, the Lord your God, 

Will meet your every need,

I'll comfort and uphold you 

Even when you are weak.

I long to just commune 

With you, My precious child,

So share with Me your heart 

And rest in Me a while."

Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2014