I
seem to hurry through each day
And
never get things done.
I’m
lost within the day’s chaos,
Living
life on the run.
I
worry that I’m losing me
By
losing sight of You
When
all day long my focus is
On
simply getting through.
Lord,
help me find a slower pace,
One
where You’re in control.
Instead
of this chaotic race
That’s
tearing at my soul.
Mark
4:39
And
he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” And the
wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
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