Supernatural, peace, that, peace that surpasses all understanding,
where art thou? the cries go out.
From a wounded, fragile heart.
Then He comes quickly, yessireeee,
He allows the hurt to flow, to leave, to go.
A one-way path to the cross, the one on which He died,
The one that preceded His resurrection, to prove satan, had lied.
When troubled heart, when bruised, from battle's tide,
we go to His lovin arms, in His lovin care,
where we, His: sons; can, and do:
abide.
What treasure could I dream of,
to stretch, imagination and fantasy?
What gift from kings, could compare?
To bein with Him in all things, Him,
standin by my:
side.