Be Still

Rise, my soul, and be still.

painting of phoenix rising

Painting by Cynthia Ann Lublink

Cynthia Ann Lublink

Be still, oh my soul, be still.
Why are you so disquieted?
Do you not know that the restorer seeks
to heal your land, your scarred heart, your war-torn mind?
He approaches tenderly with the balm of Gilead.

Yield, oh my soul, yield,
face your fears not in your strength, but His.
Do you not know that the Creator of all seeks
to mend your broken places, your grieved spirit, your weary bones?
He approaches gently with the breath of life.

Submit, oh my soul, submit,
cry your tears – he counts them all.
Do you not know that the Peacemaker seeks
to calm your storms, your clouded sight, your ceaseless pain?
He approaches patiently with peace that passes understanding.

Receive, oh my soul, receive,
there is
grace in his eyes,
life in his word,
peace in his forgiveness.

Trust, oh my soul, trust,
he is faithful to
mend your wounds,
heal your heart,
revive your soul.

Live, oh my soul, live!
He is the tear-keeper,
the prison breaker.

Arise, my soul, arise,
like a Phoenix
out of the ashes!

To life

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Cyndi (she/her) is the mama of two grown children and Oma to eight grandchildren, all of whom she adores. She’s a biker chick with a lady’s heart and thirty-nine tattoos that tell some of her life story. Not just a cancer survivor, she’s a life thriver. She also loves painting, and finds the process similar to solving math equations. She has been a writer/poet since the age of nine, her first poem being about God’s Hands. She wrote for Christian Biker Magazine for five years.

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