Peace

Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace?
When other sources cease
To make me whole?
When with the wounded heart
Anger or malice
I draw myself apart
Searching my soul

Where, when my aching grows
Where, when I languish
Where, in my need to know
Where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand
To calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand,
He, only one.

He answers quietly
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds
For my beseeching
Constant he is and kind
Love without end.