The Grace Of Peace Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Disturbed upon my bed I lie
With blankets in a heap
Oh Lord dear God again I cry
Please grant Your servant sleep

Please show me where I'm going wrong
What now I ought to do
That I in peace may sing my song
And know I'm pleasing You

For You are God, Father and King
The Lamb on Heaven's throne
Creator Lord of everything
And life's true Cornerstone

Your majesty will see no end
Your power will remain
Yet as my God my trusted friend
Please take away my pain

Remove the burden from my heart
The baggage of despair
Command the turmoil swift depart
That I may peace declare

Destroy this plague this grievous woe
Demand the storm to cease
Sever the bridle of the foe
And give me inner peace

The future though I may not see
And though my past's of shame
I'm reaching out to victory
In Jesus' mighty name

Whatever must be sacrificed?
Until this fight is won
My faith is in The living Christ
My hope is in Your Son