In the heart of the woods
a gentle breeze
a gentle breeze
God's breath on angel wings
touches
brings comfort to the day's turmoil.
be still, fear not I hear Him say
brings comfort to the day's turmoil.
be still, fear not I hear Him say
kind words in the din and chaos
His whispers of ceaseless love
a soothing balm to wounded heart
My peace is yours He reminds
Hands of strength and splendor
reach across limitless heavens
through rage of thunderous sky
calming hearts bathed in tears
I shall never leave you nor forsake you
confident hope rests in the Source
meek and gentle is His Way
there is peace
in the silence
In the heart
of the woods
of the woods
copyright 2011 donnamae
2 comments:
Nice one Donna.
'angel wings' has that strangely familiar ring to it :-)
"Hands of strength" ministered to me particularly on this day - love this poem...love you.
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