Grow Your peace in me, O Lord
For mine is just a babe in arms
Wailing at every want
Always depending on others.
Grow Your peace in me, O Lord
For mine is but a child at heart
Bullied by circumstance
And led astray by folly.
Grow Your peace in me, O Lord
For mine is still a teenager
Swept away by tides of change
And floods of feeling.
Grow Your peace in me, O Lord
For mine is stuck in middle age
Complacent, self-reliant
And soaked in the world.
Grow Your peace in me, O Lord
For mine is now an old man
Shadowed by memory
And weakened by illness.
Grow Your peace in me, O Lord
For Yours is unshaken by trials
And untouched by time
Fearless, ageless, timeless.
Much love in Christ,
Claire