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His Peace

His peace floods my soul. It consumes the cracks and crevices of my life and polishes my heart like a rare ruby. A peace that cannot be bought or even held. It is too great to comprehend and it is too enormous to place a lid on it. Who can behold the peace of God? Who can understand its origin? It swings to and fro and it gallops like a mighty stallion to all corners of the earth. As the children of God reach up and ask for the guidance of their Creator the peace is poured out like a mighty waterfall upon their heads. It cradles our essence with the still calmness of the crystal sea. It envelops our hearts and gives us power to go on. The peace of Yeshua. The peace of the Almighty God. Come and drink from the fountain and receive His everlasting peace. Amen in Jesus’s name. gwendolen rix 8-21-15

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