Peace, just like a river
flows gently through my soul
from the Gentle Giver
who now, has made me whole.
Joy, just like a flower
is a blossom full of love
from perfume wafted down
by my great God above.
Mercy, like a fountain
slakes from me my thirst
grace, just like a mountain
puts His commandments first.
Bliss is knowing knowledge
from the wisdom of His Word
things I never learned in college
from the truths I never heard.
Love's the grand conclusion
in a world that's always reeling
God's not the author of confusion
or, a momentary feeling.
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