Peace



He stands in the room
where we have hidden ourselves,
fearing for our lives.
He is risen.
His hands and side
declare the wounds of His suffering.

Peace,
He offers to us.
And a fresh breath of life
fills my lungs.
His peace washes over my guilt.
His peace calms my fear.

How blessed we are
to stand here in His presence.
How blessed those will be
who do not stand in this room
and still come to believe.




copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr





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