My Book of Psalms

The life I used to live was not life at all Each day I awoke but I remained asleep The sun rose but I continued in darkness Each day I lingered in death Now I die daily This death is different This death is surrender This death brings life everlasting Now when the sun rises, I'm surrounded by mercies I've arisen to peace, joy, grace, and love Through my death, I'm freed to live In the light where I claim His victory

What overwhelming relief, that my suffering is brief strength in my weakness courage in my fear hope in my struggles peace in my chaos faith in my doubts confidence in the unknown "Be still," He calls and the wind obeys Him "Be still," He calls and my anxiety ceases Awed and amazed I rejoice Even before I hear his voice I know he calls me "My beloved," He calls "I'm coming, Father!" my heart leaps