THE PRINCE OF PEACE - A Poem of God's Presence

 

Sleep, Lord, for in your peace we shall find solace,

Rest, great King, for soon we'll know your grace.

All is tranquil now, but moments hence,

Our ship shall be tested by Tempest's presence.

 

Arise, O Prince of Peace, when darkness looms,

Strange voices shall invade like nocturnal gloom.

Yet in your serenity, our peace remains,

So slumber, Lord, as turmoil wanes.

 

Slumber, and lead us to tranquil repose,

Awake, and unleash peace that storms oppose.

Bid them hush and heed the voice divine,

For we shall marvel at the power that is thine.

 

What manner of man is this, we'll soon proclaim,

The winds and tempests yield to his acclaim.

So sleep, O Lord, your rest we implore,

As we witness the truth and fear no more.

 

As I gaze upon the raging storm's plight,

I hear the wind, standing in your holy light.

Assured, I know your existence is real,

For your sacred daydream, the Father's love reveal.

 

In your ethereal reverie, radiant and bright,

Hope eclipses fear, dispelling the night.

For your heavenly dream transcends earthly storm,

And from its depths, emerges our vibrant life.

 

How blessed are we, recipients of your dream,

From your slumber, reality did gleam.

So sleep, O Lord, for truth will soon be shown,

And all our fears, by freedom, shall be overthrown.