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PSALMS 121:1-I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS FROM WHENCE COMETH MY HELP. |
| PEACE Shear frustration, agony and pain, Just when you think the sun will shine, Here comes the rain I sit and think, what do I do And then I think some more, And all at once, going on my knees, I drop and hit the floor. I look up and there you are, in control and so very strong, It makes me wonder why coming to you, Has taken me so long. But I am here now, and feel the peace, That your presence brings. It is like the voice of a babbling brook or Birds that sing in spring. I see you reach, and I reach too, And you gently touch my hand. And then it is that I receive the truth That you brought to man. “I AM” |