My Morning Peace and Midnight Calm

Was a Warsaw bombed to rubble, combing through the rubbles, no wisdom no peace, like a bombed roof hanging without a house to cover, waiting for the rest to fall apart so that I might finish it here.

He saw me, cleared the rubble, found joy in Him, the Spirit also guiding, His Love taking away the wounds, His grace giving a new way, His Word filling me with warmth, the purpose and hope I never had.

Jesus Christ is He, the Saviour of my life, the Turning Point I never thought I need, My Morning Peace and Midnight Calm; because of the Creator of the beginning and the end, I became a new House in a Warsaw that never saw war again.

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Imesh Ranasinghe
Imesh Ranasinghe

Written by Imesh Ranasinghe

Serving Jesus Christ, Business Journalist , " to live is Christ"

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