Peace I bequeath to you, my own peace I give you.
A peace the world cannot give.
We search for an elusive peace which never comes unless to cares we say adieu.
It will never come if we seek it through the world’s cloying sieve.
He tells us do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.
Yet we are both troubled and afraid.
Can we not let for one moment our troubles to be laid.
In quiet thought leave them in some shaded spiritual glade.
He came from his Father.
He said the Father is greater than I.
One day we will follow Him to His altar.
That thought is the way to His peace, can this we try?
He cannot talk with us any longer.
But for his peace, we must believe he will return, our fear to conquer.