“. . . I judge these things of you because of your peaceable walk with the children of men.”
The stillness of a pond, for me,
Is better than the roaring sea.
The gentle slope of auburn hill
I prefer to mountains shrill.
A glacier’s stately juggernaut
Contains the truth I would be taught.
To walk in peace; no marathon
I need to keep me pressing on.
The voice that stills my aching heart
Is peaceable, from strife apart.
O let me settle in repose
On thy breast, thou who heals my woes!
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