I have taken away the things of pride
And laid ruin the schemes of man
I whisper gently to the quiet soul
That seeks me in the stillness
I run like the gazelle to the lost
I under gird the weary,
And hear the complaint of exhausted nations
I pour out my wisdom from heaven
My hand lifts up the one
Whose eyes have fallen shut
And my feet walk next to those
Who search for a righteous path
I incline my ear
To the ones who yield
Their dreams and their desires
I breathe and all life shutters
I exhale and the enemy fails
I love to feel the lonely soul
Lean on my word and rest,
I honour them with my presence,
For they honour my word in their hearts
Peace be with you, oh my son’s and daughter’s,
Be still and hear my voice
I am with today
Yes! Even now,
And know that my love is forever
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