Sometimes
peace flows like a river.
Sometimes he
drops in one tiny sprinkle at a time.
Sometimes he
comes in from left field.
Sometimes he
wanders just beyond my grasp.
Sometimes he
escapes with no scent of the current location.
Sometimes
light and flighty
Sometimes
deep.
What choice
made Him flee?
What invites
His return?
Will I
notice His presence?
Will I be
thankful?
Will I speak of it?
Will I speak of it?
“Because of God’s tender mercy,
the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.”
the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.”
Dr. Luke – first century (NLT)
