What a gift peace is -- peace with God, peace with our conscience, peace with our fellow man.
Matchless gift, this peace. The absence robs food of flavor, robs shelter of warmth and robs labor of satisfaction.
Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of Hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise.