Sometimes I go through seasons
When I feel anxious as night draws near.
As everything slows down around me
My insecurities reappear.
A kink in my armor
Here and there.
When silence comes
I'm quite aware.
Why is it hard to sit in silence?
I feel it in my body
When my thoughts start pouring free.
Without the world's distractions
They begin to overwhelm me.
With "what ifs" and self-critiques,
These aren't my savior's words.
I write, I pray, I listen
And this is what I heard
"Why is it hard to sit in silence?"
Abide in me and I in you
And you will get your fill.
There will be good fruit from you,
I ask you to be still
(In the silence)".
