Be at rest, O my soul,
Be at peace within me.
Don’t be anxious for anything,
Said He.
Rather pray....talk to Me,
Give thanks and ask,
My promise to you, is My peace.
My peace is a mystery,
You won’t understand.
It guards and it garrisons about.
Your mind and your heart,
I will keep, dear child,
When you faithfully
Call upon Me.
It’s because of the blood
Of My own dear Son,
It’s through Christ
That I grant you sweet peace.
With a promise like that
I wonder, why do I fret?
Why do I wrestle in fear?
When all I need do,
Is stand up in faith
And whisper my cry in His ear.
A fortress He’ll build
Round my heart and my mind,
That no devil from hell
Can tear down.
For it’s sealed with the
Blood of the One that I love,
Who died,
And Who lives
And loves me.
Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020
Thoughts On Philippians 4:6-7
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