Oh, to know the peace of God, to slip to sleep upon its crest to wade into its soft caress and find my perfect rest.
To wait for the calming relief, from the years of eroding pain to find its ebbing tranquility releasing all my earthly strain.
Oh, to calm the rushing roar, that rages through my mind peace asleep upon the shore waves to me to come and find.
Peace, peace why do you flee, from the head on which I lie flood me with your quietness abide with me until I die.
Oh, how I long to obtain, a stillness – too still to hear and then, oh then, my Lord . . . I’ll be kept safe and near!
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Psalm 4.8
“I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.â€
King James Version by Public Domain
Copyright 2015 Deborah Ann Belka
