It is enough that you're a murderer,
That you've cut short the life of countless folk
Due to your jealousy of God's preferred.
You press us with the bondages of yolks
To sinful habits, lusts, withdrawals deep,
To anguish, anger, and anxiety,
The knowledge of God's love from us to keep.
You whisper lies to us enticingly,
You steal our peace from us entirely.
Much more, our God, our Father Heavenly
Paid with His only Son to make us free
When Jesus died and rose triumphantly.
When calling things that aren't as though they were,
It's "Peace, be still!" in Jesus' name assured.