In a quiet room, with a worn-out chair,
I fold my hands, there's comfort there.
The Bible open, on an old oak stand,
Philippians guides me, shows me where to land.

Do not be anxious, let those worries cease,
I whisper softly, searching for peace.
In every trouble, through prayer and supplication,
Thanksgiving lifts me, brings my salvation.

Lord, give me strength, help me understand,
With Your peace that flows, like a gentle hand.
Guard my heart, and keep my mind,
In Christ Jesus, true peace I'll find.

On stormy days, when clouds obscure,
Your words remind me, Your love’s secure.
Every burden, I bring to You,
In prayer and stillness, Your light shines through.

The peace of God, surpasses all we know,
In these simple moments, I feel it grow.
Not by worry, but by Your grace,
Your peace surrounds me, in Your holy place.

Lord, give me strength, help me understand,
With Your peace that flows, like a gentle hand.
Guard my heart, and keep my mind,
In Christ Jesus, true peace I'll find.

True peace I'll find.

On stormy days, when clouds obscure,
Your words remind me, Your love’s secure.

Need You Now

Lady A

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