Be still my rebellious, rambunctious heart.
For you often beat too fast for your own good,
when you haven't the first clue at how to start.

Be still and know, my soul, the voice of God.
For it is still and soft...just a whisper
Because he is close, and I am awed.

Be still my judgement, you shouldn't have to move at all.
You should know your place is for thy self.
You needn't be in use for others, this is not your call.

Be still my understanding, for you are lesser than the understanding of God.
You have a narrowed perspective.
But I am only human, a sinner, and this understanding I have is flawed.