( His Peace comes in the Morning )

                             His peace comes in the morning, as I weather out the storm.
                            For I am determined to know Him more though I'm tired
                           weak and worn.

                           As I stand upon His promise to be all He wants me to be.
                           I daily reflect on His sacrifice and the price He paid for
                      me.

                          I do not always understand the fullness of His love.
                                     But I will continue to walk this path with His guidance
                   from above.

                              Sometimes I bend beneath the weight of life's heavy load
                     I bear.
                              But I know when He sees my falling tears He quiets
                        My heart through prayer.

                              So I will go on rejoicing even in the darkness of night.
                              For I know there's joy in the morning.
                          In the presence of His light.

                         Terry J. Gaburo
                        (c) 1997