Be Still, My Love
by Bonita M Quesinberry
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
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copyright 1995 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
Ssssh. Be still, my love, be still.
You fight against your own will.
Quietly now, listen to your heart,
for a lie it never will impart.
Softly, too, feel the trembling within,
for it whispers of more than friend.
Calmly see the raging blaze and earthquakes
shallow emotions played like a cheap toy.
Only a steady flame endures, canít you see?
Be still, my love, see the friend is thee.
Tenderly feel the warm glow within,
a sensuous breeze after stormy wind.
Ssssh. Be still, my love, be still,
give in to that loving will.
Forged By Fire, Tempered In the Word