Roy Allen


Today... 'The God of peace'


Peace that passes human understanding
Peace that’s so serene and undemanding.
Peace abiding through the turmoil of life
Peace, perfect peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.

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Submitted: Friday, May 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Romans 15: 33
The God of peace be with you all. Amen.


All quotations ©NIV

The Bible calls You by many names
each one giving a glimpse of Your glory.
Like a cut diamond radiating in the sun
with every facet depicting a glorious
aspect of Your Divine Nature.
Today I have thought of You as
'The God of peace'

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