Peace, Granted... - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
PEACE, be still, from storm-tossed-sea; near the water’s edge.
Let His Kiss chase your gray clouds away from dangers ledge.
Please, join in this spot of time; safe in the eye of the hurricane.
Few Saviours to trust, lest Christ; He‘s vowed to keep us sane.
In His name, for all that’s good, “Peace to your turmoil’s stain.”
Many prisons, of diversified, with little comprehension to gain.
Even with free-will, a future beau left for a bird-in-the-bush.
Let Destiny’s wine anchored into Peace; rest, hush-, now shush!
Lost-and-empty lives, receive ‘a New-birth’ for Hell’s dead night.
Power- over trials to face; by the Holy Spirit, of Truth’s delight!
Please, who’s had a happy life- from varied prison cells into hell?
Take this kiss with gratitude, Lord, you’ve freed my load so well.
None better through life’s maze, to enable us to victoriously win.
Come Redeemer, let the needy to ascend to heights, oh Friend.
Love don’t speak problems, Love sees answers despite the haze.
If it’s hard to see past your phase- try thankfulness, then praise.
Oft’ ones are mistaken for envy’s greed, at love’s end to bleed.
We have walking-dead going through the motions, we’ll heed?
Live, you Dry-bones live, in the Rose of Sharon for love to adorn!
Live life, love rife, forgive, and relive, from all that’s sadly torn.
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