Psalm 37:7

There is that place, beyond the storm,

Where calm remembers me,

The place where a still, silent mist

Entwines a winter tree,

Where all the frothing waves have hushed

Upon the heaving sea

And pastures draped in winter’s white

Dream of harvests to be.

There in that place of perfect calm,

Beyond the frenzied squall,

Is where I know, if I am still,

I’ll hear you when you call.

So when the tempests rise again

To batter roof and wall

I will not fret, for I have learned

That peace follows it all.

Psalm 37:7
Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him; do not fret when people succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes.