We meditate on Christ,
He is a balm for every wound;

We muse on our Father,
With Him there is a peace for every grief

We yield to the influence of the Holy Spirit,
Through whom there is a healing ointment for every sore.

He is where we lose our sorrow

He is where we release our cares

He is where we open our heart to His filling

We immerse ourselves in the Godhead’s deepest sea;
We’re lost in his immensity;
We sink into the soft cushion of His rest,

He refreshes us
He invigorates us
He is our source of soul comfort
He calms the surging billows of sorrow & grief;
He commands peace in the winds of trial,

How can we ever wander away from reflective contemplation on the Godhead