O Father, things looked so dark just a few short weeks ago.
Illness, discouragement, lack;
and although I knew You were there—
somewhere—
I couldn't find peace.
I found, dear Mother, I was looking in the wrong direction—
to the body, this world, the bank.
I was looking for healing in matter—
anywhere—
but only in Spirit is peace.
Now, O God, I see myself as You see me.
Perfect, whole, complete.
Now there's no doubt that You are here—
everywhere—
and exalted thought found peace.
