Jesus came to church with us, I asked Him to.

So cold was the morning breeze, I needed Him.

I gave Him all my fears, yet they would return;

and viciously steal my tranquility.

That night before I put my head on my pillow,

“Jesus” I said, “see what I read in Your Word,

A psalm of victory instead of anguish written for me,

the promise of Your prevailing peace.”