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The Father's Peace
Contributed by
kidnic
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Wednesday, 4th January 2006 @ 12:35:29 PM in AEST
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I long for that peace,
That pure, calm tranquility,
Only you can give, Father,
And I bow in humility.
Come down and descend,
Gently, like a gliding dove,
Give me peace everlasting,
Grant me a taste of your love.
Behind every cool lit cloud,
Or even in a starless sky,
Your organized grace astounds,
And it doesn’t pass me by.
The very fabric of existence,
Your truth behind every surface,
Holds universes together,
And we are bound in your service.
So gently, like a leaf on the waters,
Your peace covers us all,
We’re all your sons and daughters.
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kidnic
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2006-01-04 12:35:29]
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Re: The Father's Peace
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by NoSaint on
Wednesday, 4th January 2006 @ 02:07:53 PM AEST
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A peace that can fill a heart with much joy
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Re: The Father's Peace
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by enigma on
Thursday, 5th January 2006 @ 06:06:52 PM AEST
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...so soft...gentle...kind...patient...we are so dependant on Love's embrace, and most of the time we aren't even aware it's there...
...I've often laughed with the thought that we are but a figment of Love's imagination and if Love ever stopped thinking about us, we'd disappear...poof! gone!
...in the last year of my teens I wrote:
Dear Lord,
I'm so young and frail,
I shiver with the slightest breeze,
I'm so afraid to fail...
My Savior,
give me warmth and strength,
such that,
when the tempests toss,
and the sea waves beat my bow,
my soul will lie at peace,
within your sheltering arms...1972
...and then later that year, after the death of a friend:
Oh,
to be that fern,
sheltered by The Mighty Rock...
Guard me against the winds of time,
and the seas of uncertainty...
Give me strength
to withstand the gale...
Humble me with Your grace and love
that I might be a fruitful vine,
giving honor and glory
to You,
and You alone...1972
...your poem was a very much appreciated oasis of warmth and rest...
...thank you...
ron...enigma |
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