Be still my soul when troubled,
Give not into life’s raging waters
Ride on its tide
Tame its mighty wave
Be still my soul what you hear
The distractions all around you,
Of doubt, pride and pain
Hearken not to their words
Be still my soul what you see –
The vanity that leads to compromise,
The lust that draws, the indulgence I want,
Look not unto those things
Be still my soul what you say
Therefore, when you are happy or hurt,
Speak not like a fool,
For such moments expose our hearts
My soul, think of your exit from this realm
For we tend to live in the moment
And quick to forget
That one day, you shall be separated from the flesh
(c) Chukwudi I.
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