How perfect is the peace
that comes
as yielding thought
obediently prays
"Thy will be done."
How hushed the heart
that finds,
through storm or furnace fire,
an understanding faith
that naught can overcome.
Listening for angel thoughts
perfect and pure,
we find in Love our peace,
firm and secure.
How blessed, comforting,
what sweet release,
to know God beholds us
in heavenly peace.
Poems
Heavenly peace
From the April 1996 issue of The Christian Science Journal