No matter what – peace is always here

in every room of the house – he is ever near

whether we acknowledge him or not – he doesn’t go away

in isolation or fellowship he’s available every day

the difference is me and the choices that I make

and whether or not I choose his hand to take

remarkably the thing you would think make him go

are the things that cause his presence to grow

in an ideally bad day he will shine like the sun

to his presence in his arms like a child I will run

and crawl up when I could be depressed

and bury my face deep in his chest

Peace holds me in the moment of need

I am his he is my father I am his son indeed