My minds gone dead
Overloaded
It's been too well fed
While my heart ached
To be filled
My spirit broken
To be stilled
The mind can rarely know
What the heart hears
It may at times agree
Still it ever fears
Oh keep it quiet
While your heart immerses
Into endless wonder
Of Holy written verses
Be still poor soul
The silence will speak
Be still in awe
Kiss a Holy Cheek
Be still my mind
Quieten your fears
Be still worried child
He's bottled your tears
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