Just Past the Bend

                                            So, where is Jesus when the mountains are tall? When bad turns to worse, and we feel abandoned by all? Has The Lord thrown up His hands,  and just walked off? Are we alone in our struggle? As the onlookers scoff. Look back with me, if you will. To the center cross, on Golgotha's hill. His friends now scattered, His Father withdrawn. His adversary rejoicing, as the crowd jeered on. Mine and your sins,  laid at His feet. With a chance to come down, He chose no retreat. Does this sound like someone,  who would abandon His own? Turn His back on family, as they battle alone. So where is The Lord, when the mountains are tall? He's standing right behind us, so we won't..... fall.  

Do we face tribulation, From time to time? Test, troubles, and trials, All do find! But to the believer, There's more to us,  Than flesh and bone. Inside of us, We stand not alone. “My peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you.” Jesus very words, “Peace Be With You!" They who find Him, Find also His peace. In a world of turmoil, He is their release. As the fires of our life, Rage, in its flame. Peace is still found, In just One Name! As the waves of our oceans, Cast us to and fro. His peace is still upon us, Regardless the throw! Though the prisons of our life, Sometimes find us locked in. His peace is our pardon, Given...from Him! Peace not of this world, Or of the things it can give. Peace found only, In He…that Lives! They who find Him, Find also His Peace. But they who neglect Him, Still await their release. Shalom