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Such
Peace is what we all do seek, the core
of most desire
for
love fulfilled, such peace so meek of
passions’ smoldering fire
that
flare when fanned by time and chance and
choices oh, so pure
for
selfless love of giving hearts, and
souls demure.
But
as I survey my lonely life and look at
what I’ve done
I’ve
came to see the sinful strife,
destructive sin-webs spun
Became so clear, so crystal clear I
thought I’d write this poem
To
see if I could show the way to others so
forlorn.
I too
sought peace through marital bliss but
found so many thorns
I
didn’t hear that cruel hiss of Satan’s
minions’ scorn
Til
at the end of my life’s rope, when
dreams had turned to dust
I
sought God’s way, my only hope, to
salvage all that rust.
“Don’t fear” was Gabriel’s first concern
for Mary’s beating heart
“Don’t fear” was what the angels said to
shepherds’ sudden start
“Don’t fear” was all a shepherd boy said
to leaders great
this
giant you fear is but a gnat, so try to
concentrate
on
what you’ll do when he falls flat and
fears so melt away.
Don’t
fear for life, for greater things He’s
planned for our fate.
Don’t
fear so much what others think but
reverence God instead
For
when your life comes to the brink past
choices you should dread
Lest
perfect love, which casts out fear, was
what you used, a guide,
For
peace-full choices that you’ve made when
faced with death’s rip-tide.
“My
Peace” He said, “ I’ll give to you” is
what my minds replayed
That
peace He gave to me one day those many
years ago
When
at the end of selfishness I learned to
so let go
Of my
own will, my path, my sin, that path of
cobblestones
The
garbage stench of sin-full choices where
I had roamed.
I’ve
also learned along the way when I have
butterflies
About
a choice that I must make I should to
self so die
For
butterflies within my soul are not His
signs so sure
“My
Peace” He said He’d send to us, His
peace that is so pure
His
Spirit that He’d send along to be my own
life-source
Became my Guide, my Peace, my Song, my
choice of first resort
So
when I thought upon His grace, His
Peace, so Spirit led
And
this poem wrote in mountain vale at
sunrise, near Estes Park
That
Peace at sunrise was so still, the
birds, they sang at fading dark
For
sing they must, for life to live is what
they see today
So
free from sinful choice they work and
flit and dance away
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