Peace

The word peace may ring a bell

Tis a far-off foreign sound.

But it strikes our ears with peals that tell

Of calmness and strength that abound.

Oh, evasive, elusive, obstinate peace

Fleeing far when I need you most!

Must your calm waters always cease

When I am so near to your coast?

Where does peace go when she wishes to hide

From this depraved and needy world?

Can she be extracted from riches and pride-

Paid with jewels finely pearled?

No, none of these can conquer dear peace

For she’s bought with Jesus’ blood.

And in God’s child this calm will increase-

So let peace come like a flood!

Sara Jones is a homeschooled junior and the runner-up of the Fall 2025

High School Writing Contest