I know you are still working
Of this I have no doubt
But since you’re moving slow
I will have to figure this one out
The problems are tremendous
In fact, they keep on mounting
At first, just two or three
But now I gave up counting
The riots and the looting
Are a national disaster
The chaos and confusion
Displaced the truth they’re after
And the continued contagion
Of a virus no one sees
We are huddled in our homes
Afraid of horrible disease
But God is never silent
You choose not to hear his voice
The continued pain you feel
Is because you made the choice
Of anger and revenge
Hitting back with both your hands
Be still and let God work
Are the things that He command
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
Psalms 46:10 KJV