Hamster in cage

Among the hustles of life

These tie ups and all strings attached

I can only think or behave the way

The world expects me to do or think

The system which I am in, this world

Is all marred and corrupted and distorted.

It prompts me to think the way it wants

Like a puppet attached to it's strings

A world with its predesigned mold.

It tries to squeeze me into

And with my rebellious marred nature

I too try to fit in, easily moldable, malleable

My sinfulness and its influence from the world

Both contribute to the molding

Both contribute to what I am right now

The ruckus, the pandemonium I'm in.

There is so much noise around

So much of commotion

All I can do is to continue in that rut

In that predetermined route, I can trod

Even if I try to halt, it pulls me

It drags me and squeezes me into that mold

It tries to haul me, so I yield

Going along the current, since the time I remember

And then lo! I hear a still small voice

In the midst of confusion, I hear something different

It invited me to be still.

Unless you are still, you wouldn't hear it too

Promoted to be still, I stand there

Amidst the rat race, amidst the hamster cage

People around me again running havoc

Being molded, running in the rut.

The voice becomes louder as I am still

It says, 'Be still and know that I am God'

If you're still, you will see things in its fullness

Now you see things in part

Yes it's difficult to stand still

In between the mayhem and chaos

To stand your ground, the voice offered help 

The living Word as my root

Be still and wait patiently

Be still and do not fight

Be still and quieten your soul

Like a weaned child with its mother

As I read from the Word, more

I saw my roots go deeper and farther

Enabling me to be still further too

And stop running around

Yet the hamsters were running within the rut

Being carried away in the tide

Few got stuck on my branches

Even few stayed, most pulled them away

Few that stayed learnt to be still

I could see, they too hear His voice

They too being still and their roots going deeper

They too encouraging others to be still

Later I see the brightest light

And the voice again calling :It is about time

Uprooted we all were lifted out of the rut

And saw the big picture did we

The rut was leading to a huge fiery pit

We sensed the emergency

Now it was us who like the hamster in the cage

Running around and telling all to be still.