by Katy Kauffman
Quiet fills the room where I sit and work and pray.
The world stands still, but I’m at a loss for what to say.
I know many hurt, God; they need someone like You.
Help them to hold on to what is good, lovely, and true.
I think about Your heart, Your love, Your plan, Your ways.
How You’re always with us in good and not so good days.
You see what we can’t—victory springing to life.
The peace that arrives when we let go of inner strife.