Dark, dark, may be the night
and fierce the wind may blow,
But safe within my Father's Hand
I'm kept from every foe.

I may not find this blessed peace
in a moment, or a day,
While I am struggling to understand
it will take a while to pray.

We clamber up life's steepest mountains
stumbling as we climb,
Slipping in dark crevices
searching for a peace to find.

We often question in such turmoil
waiting for God's perfect will,
But when we let Him have the fear
we hear His peace be still.

There is no peace upon those mountains
where it is treacherous steep,
We only find it when we rest
within sweet valley's deep.

God gives His perfect peace
when His mind is all we seek,
He gives to us that secret place
when we realize we are weak.

God leads beside still waters
in pastures that are green,
He guides us in His righteous path
when on His staff we lean.

© Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
2003