"Be still, be still,” He said to me.

"But Father, do you not see?

I must pray, as I do, at the end of the day,

'Pray constantly,' did You not say?

"Father, I'm weary,

My days feel quite dreary,

As I struggle to follow your will,

'Tis quite hard to simply 'be still.'

"I try and I sigh,

But quite often I cry,

Out to You with distress,