Peaceful.
Peaceful.
Peaceful.
So Peaceful.
As the eventide that flows.
As the newly washed stones on the riverbank.
As the winter snow on a moonlit night.
As the rain falls softly outside the window.
As the sky waits unhurriedly for the clouds to appear.
As the stranger's heart delights in fellowship.
As the moss grows on a hillside.
As the ivy takes its time to climb over the garden gate.
As the Father's presence when He walks and talks with
His beloved child.
Fret not, My darling daughter, for every time you reach out
to My direction, I take your hand into My hand and lead you
away to a pleasant place to rest.
When once you become fused with power from My heart to your heart,
then I lead you away to a pleasant place to think.
Where once your thoughts were hazy and nothing could clear away
the fog, now you are able to comprehend.
Then I shall lead you away to a pleasant place to arise.
What you once thought impossible,
Now becomes possible.
Now becomes clearer.
Now becomes reachable.
Now becomes attainable.
Now becomes bearable.
Now becomes ---
you.
Then I take your hand into My hand and, together,
Together
we stroll.
Copyright (c) 2007. By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
