The peace that He gives is as soft-fallen rain
Which gently replenishes life's daily drain.
The healing He brings in the depths of one's soul
Tenderly washes to change and make whole.
His love is as warmth on a crisp, wintry day,
Like red, glowing embers which drive cold away.
The joy which He gives is a sweet-scented gift.....
As fragrance of myrrh..... to bless and uplift.
"Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls."
Matthew 11:29 KJV
© 2006 Arlene Schwartzkopf