Peace
Don’t always know it Often times don’t understand How something so quiet Can slip so quickly through my hands You say be still, Lord I never really tried Until in the darkness I was desperate and I cried Still find it elusive Wonder some days if it will ever come Yet in the whispering wind I feel a touch of what you’ve begun Inside my chest When I find rest I know it comes From nowhere else Peace isn’t a potion Or some passing fantasy It rests in the midst of trouble Helping us to see That even when the struggle rises up ahead You open your arms And say “Pick me instead I will steady the ship I will calm the storm I will shelter your spirit When you’re weary and worn I am here All you have to do Is call out my name I have loved you From the very first day I remain” Breath starts to flow Shedding tears Letting go Peace Comes In the midst Of the storm. 02/13/26 clc