My heart hums loud with quiet fear,
Like static when Your voice is near.
A trembling hush, a holy space,
When heaven moves at gentle pace.
You speak of futures I can't see,
Of purpose resting over me.
Like Mary's wonder in the still,
"I am Your servant — shape me, fill."
I've learned that love is not always loud,
Sometimes it's whispered through the clouds.
Not rushed, not forced, but held in grace,
A quiet trust I must embrace.
The promises feel soft but strong,
A melody I've known all along.
Though fear may flicker through my chest,
Your word reminds my soul to rest.
So even with this trembling start,
I offer You my static heart.
Tune my fears into Your song,
Teach me where I truly belong.
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