Peace like a river
The place in which I reside
must have one thing
the peace of the Lord inside
A place where my flesh and my spirit dwell
outside evil can run wild
but my place is where I can run and hide
it is my shelter from all bad weather
at night my dreams are sweet
in my place I feel mellow and relaxed
whether it is a messy or clean
my place still feels serene
it feels like there is a river right next to my door
and the sound of the water
makes my thoughts run out like a stream
in my place my ideas are born and start to grow
then unfold
cause my house is not a house
it is the place I call home
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