In Your peace I find sweet rest.
In You is strength for every test.
Though someone sends up a flare
I will douse it's flame with prayer.
In Your presence I have calm
And do not want for healing balm.
Whether darts and arrows fly,
'Neath Your wing I wll draw nigh.
Praise and worship I will bring,
For You enable me to sing.
Though storm and tempest loudly roar,
Your great peace is always more.
"Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; there shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling."
Psalm 91:9-10 KJV
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf