Lost in you, I drift,  
Your thought, my soul's swift lift.  

My world stops, yet spins anew,  
You alone I revolve into.  

Oh, my heart, is this true?  
A love eternal, fresh, and new.

It takes peace  
To close the weary eyes of the body,  
To quiet the restless whispers of the soul,  
To cradle the spirit in gentle stillness.  

It takes peace  
To unburden the bookshelves of a crowded mind,  
To lighten the weight pressing on the spirit.  

It takes peace  
To quicken the stride in life's unending race,  
To rise above the struggles that bind,  
To embrace each moment, truly alive.  

The Prince of Peace,  
The Word of God made flesh,  
Is the wellspring of all tranquility—  
He is peace himself,  
And so much more.

Have you thought of it?  
Have you wondered about it?  
Pondered over it,  
Rummaged through its depths?  

See.  
Look.  
Observe.  
Understand.  

We will stand before our Creator—  
God.  
Our lives laid bare before Him.  
He sees.  
He looks.  
He observes.  

Are you worthy of life?  
Or doomed to death?  

Eternal life is real.  
Eternal death is real.  
This is no longer a joke.  
The weight of reality presses down:  
We have a Maker,  
And He will judge.  

The last days are upon us.  
Blessed are those  
Who remain faithful to the end.