Be still my beating heart. Be calm my restless soul. You are meant to be in slumber. Yet, you stir and quake.
In the night of sleeplessness, there is a peaceful assurance that You are in control of all things. Though anxiety rises within, there is a sense of security in knowing that You are good, and that above everything, You will keep Your promises.
Therefore, I must praise You. Therefore, I must worship. For You have been my steady rock in sinking sand, You have been my anchor in the raging sea and You have been my light in the darkness.
The Lord is good. His love endures forever.
Therefore, I must praise Him. And indeed, my soul will always worship – HERE, NOW.
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