Peace is found in a still-small voice
That whispers softly and gently in our ear.
Leading us to sweet surrender,
In His arms we'll take our rest.
Peace eludes us when we wander
Away from the One who gave us life.
In weakness, we leave the haven of His care
Exchanging it for life's worldly woes.
Wanderer, I see that you are weary
And taken on a burden that is hard to bear.
Peace requires us to surrender gladly
To His Will, His Will alone.
Water the fallow ground with peace and patience,
To give new life and make things grow,
So must the Spirit of God nurture us,
Enabling us to share His love to a hurting world.
In His care there is peace abounding,
Renewing both the heart and soul.
Peace to start a new beginning,
A cycle that moves from death to life.
A cycle that repeats over and over again
Creating greater depth of maturity
And greater peace within.
12/01/04
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