Neal Pollard
Unsettling things in our present,
Unnerving each future concern,
Unknown, frightening and unpleasant
Unrelentingly the threats roil and churn.
Beset by such daunting, dark specters,
We can turn loose our grip and lose heart
Blinded by the world’s dark defectors
We can let its power tear us apart
Yet, in the midst of the raging upheaval
We can anchor ourselves and in safety abide
And even find calm amidst the evil
With Jesus there close by our side.
Remembering His words gently uttered
When preparing to leave His dear own
“My peace,” what a mess that uncluttered
“I give”–no better gift has been known!
“Unto you.” The intimacy is redoubled
It’s not peace that the world can deliver
No heart claiming it can be troubled
No heart can remain in its cold shiver
So look out at the world’s mass confusion
Let the houses built on sand fail and crumble
Take what’s real and reject the illusion
Grasp His peace and your house will not stumble.
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