| Perfect Peace |
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Dark, dark, may be the night And fierce the wind may blow. But, safe, within my Father's Hand, I'm kept from every foe. I may not find this blessed peace In a moment or a day. If I'm struggling to understand, It will take a while to pray. God gives His perfect peace, When His mind is all we seek. For, to find that secret place Means becoming poor and meek. We often question, in such turmoil, Not submitting to God's perfect will. But, when we release our fear, We hear His peace be still. We clamber up the doubting mountain, Stumbling as we climb, Slipping into dark crevices; Searching for, but cannot find. There is no peace upon the mountain, Where it is treacherous steep. We only find it when we rest Within the valley's deep. God leads beside still waters, In pastures that are green. He guides us in His righteous path, When on His staff we lean. |
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