Poem of Peace
There’s something inside me, I cannot hide,
There’s something upon me, it breaks my pride;
It’s the spirit of Jehovah, Shalom my peace,
At the Sanhedrins High Council, before he died.
Something of great price he gave me, with love he gave me,
Each breath as he gasped, I know he was crying tears for me;
“My peace I give thee, I understand your pain.”
While that night he suffered, that I might be saved.
At Calvary they smote him, with shouts of scorn,
Not knowing in doing it, Sinners would be free.
Not just once they beat Him, with stripes of blood;
Yet in which he healed me, and brought peace to me.
Nothing will ever happen he doesn’t understand,
Nothing will man ever face, like the nails in his hands;
Love never equaled that day or since then,
Like the love he had for us, when our God became man.
Will you let him inside you, let him change you within,
Will you ask him to be your very best friend?
To know he ever cares for you, with your life in his hand;
Fall down before him, die to the flesh and then rise again.
Your path will be gentler, with these things in mind,
Though not everyone looks, HE IS THERE TO FIND;
Where is your fear now, when he became your Lord Divine?
He took it away, while love and peace fills your mind!
With his love……
March 7, 2006
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