My Father My Elder Brother
come to my abode and push out the shadows that would steal the peace you have given.
You are my peace my provision,
Given freely and never withdrawn.
Come, come and let me lean into arms that are always giving and never withdrawing.
Peace be still, troubled waters do not doubt you are forgiven.
The torment will pass as you are given and giving.
Victory will come with great joy and loving never to depart or to be riven.
Trust and love and return the gift you have been given.