The things that come to steal your peace are what I call thieves.
They creep in so quietly and suddenly they are released.
You find your peace being stolen, you find your mind stressed out.
You wonder what is wrong with you, now you’re filled with doubt.
It’s the thieves that have you all undone, the ones that you can’t see.
It’s the everyday thieves that make you feel like you need some quick relief.
It may come in the form of a job or in a traffic jam, it may even be in an email,
Not One More Piece of SPAM!
However it crept in, it’s time for it to go.
Show the thief your backside as you proceed to close the door.
Goodbye thief, you cannot stay here.
My peace is not for sale and my joy is where I live.
You Made Me Beautiful AA 