Your Peace.

Your peace pervades my every pore
Your balm is soothing every sore
You are The One who proves my worth
Upon this tragic, failing earth
While others weep and wail in greed
I am content in what You feed
Together we can stand the test
In the valleys, on the crest
Oh Saviour who is full of love
Who settles on me like a dove
Please take this wilful only child
So happy to be reconciled
With his creator, Father pure
A loving guardian, I'm secure
In all You're going to do in me
Through Jesus, You have set me free.

This poem was a finalist in the March 2008 poetry contest