Soothing

He speaks words soothing,
Truth to seep into my soul.
He rubs my back with grace,
 My heart with hope.
He holds tight to arms flailing,
Showering me with kisses.
He rocks, gently, softly singing,
Of His love for me.
My shouts of rebellion,
My cries of ache,
Seek to drown out such words,
As I push, hard, away.
Yet His words still flow,
Like gentle breezes,
Blowing the storm-swept street,
Whispering, tenderly soothing.
And like a child nestled in her father's arms,
I cease the fight, against,
And lean, sure, into,
His chest so broad.
Listening, listening,
To His lullaby of tenderness,
Over me, over me,
Soothing, quieting,
The violent storm within.
And the fretting stills.