Where Can I Turn For Peace? Where is my solace?
When other sources cease to make me whole.
When with a wounded heart, anger or malace,
I draw myself apart, searching my soul.
Where when my aching grows, where when I languish,
Where in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand, to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand, He only one.
He answers privately, reaches my reaching.
In my Gethsemane, Savior and friend.
Gentle the peace he finds, for my beseaching,
Constant He is and kind, Love without end.
(written by Emma Lou Thayne)
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