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by Rob Dilworth © 2020

The swells of this illness,
Like waves of a storm,
Are crashing around us
And endlessly form.

My thoughts are in tatters
From worry and fear.
As hard as I'm trying,
I can't feel you near.

I lay on my pillow
Too busy to sleep,
And though I keep fighting,
More worries will creep.

I lay here and wonder,
Am I feeling ill?
But then hear a whisper,
"Oh worries, be still."

"I AM the one who created the earth.
I AM the one who breathed life at its birth.
I AM the Alpha, Omega, the last.
I AM the answer to questions you've asked.
I AM the one who paid all that was due.
I AM the one who is making you new.
I AM the one who seeks all who will roam.
I AM the one who will welcome you home.
I AM the one who with Spirit does fill.
I AM your Savior, so worries, be still."


With virus still spreading
As it seeks to kill,
I'll trust you Lord Jesus
So worries, Be Still.

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