My soul longs for You, O God.
I ache for the peace in You.
Flowing streams are in my dreams
and I wonder when I will see
that place of comfort and
Your face amidst a troubled time.
I long for the soothing tones of quiet -
A lingering solitude of thought,
where beauty and truth speak
their words into the air.
Disruptions come to push me off
my quiet, restful spot from where I sat.
Rather than succumbing to darkness,
I seek all day, to find
the joy and peace that hides amidst trial,
for many little glimpses are under the veil,
Then, dwell in it, laser-focused
on the good that is ever-present.
The gifts that point that way, Your way.
The gifts from heavenly graces.
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