Altars of the Heart

The peace of God—so vast, so deep, It rules my mind, it guards my sleep. In secret places, dark and still, It speaks, it moves, it bends my will. No corner left, no space unfilled, No restless thought, no fear unsealed. Like rivers flowing, calm and wide, The Holy Spirit dwells inside. Through depths unseen, through silent dreams, His peace takes hold, it reigns supreme. It weaves through whispers, light and true, Renewing all, making me new. The night may fall, but not on me, For peace is here—eternally. It holds my breath, it stills my soul, The Prince of Peace is in control. No fear remains, no war within, Just perfect rest where He has been. Oh, peace of God, rule now, rule bright, Through every thought, through every night.

The peace of God—so vast, so deep, It sings to me when I’m asleep. In dreams it flows, in visions bright, A river soft, a guiding light. One Spirit, one peace, yet oh, so wide, A thousand shades, yet none divide. Gentle whispers, quiet streams, Golden stillness wrapped in dreams. It walks with me through waking hours, Filling moments, breathing flowers. In every thought, in every beat, Its sacred hush is calm and sweet. The world may turn, the storms may rise, Yet peace remains, unshaken, wise. It crowns my heart, it holds my soul, In perfect rest, in full control. Morning breaks, and there it stays, Soft as dawn’s first golden rays. Night returns, yet still it keeps, A love that guards, a peace that speaks. No space untouched, no time unfilled, This peace of God—so strong, so still. One Spirit, one love, unbreakable chain, Forever ruling, forever the same.

I step into the garden bright, Bathed in heaven’s golden light. Colors richer than the dawn, In endless hues, they stretch and yawn. The flowers whisper, lush and deep, In sacred beauty, here they keep Their petals kissed by breath divine, Each one a song, a holy sign. My dress, it sings, it sways, it glows, Spun from light where glory flows. Every thread, a woven praise, Dancing soft in heaven’s gaze. The streams—they shimmer, pure, alive, Each ripple breathes, each current thrives. Silver laughter, liquid grace, Winding slow in love’s embrace. No rush, no race, no fleeting day, Forever here, I’m free to stay. My Maker’s hands have shaped it all, A love so vast, so wide, so tall. Oh, this garden, ever bright, Bathed in wonder, steeped in light. I walk, I twirl, I breathe, I soar— Home at last, forevermore.