There is peace beside still waters,
And the Psalmist sang it's praise,
Where the young lambs skip and frolic,
And the lowing cattle graze.
Where the sunlit silent river
Gently flows toward the sea.
And the song birds in the willows
Sing their notes of melody.
There is peace in many a valley,
Where the farmer tills the sod,
And the rustling waving wheat fields
Speaks of nature and of God.
There is peace where sons and daughters
Live their lives in harmony,
When no discord or commotion
Mar their homes and unity.
There is peace in many a bosom
Though dull cares may press them sore;
Peace that passeth understanding;
Peace of God that shall endure.
October, 1947
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