Helter Skelter

I borrowed the title of this poem from a book of the same name about Charles Manson. While the original title sought to describe the seemingly crazy lifestyle of this acclaimed satan worshipper, my poem calls us from confused living to a quiet trust in Jesus.
 

Sometimes we run around, going helter skelter

Nowhere to hide, looking for a shelter

Racing ahead of God and His perfect will

When all we need to do is stand and be still.

He’s figured it out

He has it all done

We’re not in a rut

God’s still on the throne.

Why do we worry?

Why do we fret?

God’s working it out

And he’s not finished yet.

Just trust Him and wait

He’s never been late

The victory is sure

Even when the enemy frustrates.

 We’ll come out on top

His promises are true

Regardless of what,

His Holy Spirit calls,

Stop, stop Saint, Just stop.

Stop, stop Saint, Just stop.