He is my peace when Satan temps,
When Satan's darts are hurled;
"Be of good cheer," He still repeats,
"I've overcome the world."
He is my Peace in midst of storm;
Turns chaos into rest;
Though battered, worn, and mangled, torn,
I'm anchored on His breast.
He is my Peace in war-crazed worlds,
Worlds filled with hatred, greed;
I know that through it all he loves
For me His Peace to heed.
Your prince of Peace He longs to be;
Please let Him in today;
"There is no peace," my God declares
To those who turn away.
He'll be my Peace when nations pass,
And time no more shall be;
While calmly resting by His side
He brings sweet Peace to me.