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I spend my days rushing about,

My nights trying to sleep,

And somewhere between here and there

Lies a peace I can keep.

 

I feel it as I start each day,

But I quickly lose sight

Of any semblance of peace

Before day becomes night.

 

Then, as I hurry home again,

I pray to find once more

The peace that lives within Your grace,

That can heal and restore.

 

I think it stays within my heart,

I feel it now and then,

I just don’t slow down long enough

To let it grow again.

 

Yet, when I stop to take a breath

And say a prayer or two,

I feel it whisper to my soul,

Reminding me of You.

 

Tonight, I’ll stop rushing about

And let that peace wash though

Until its whisper is the song

I lift in praise of You.