"They cast their nets in Galilee,
just off the hills of brown;
Such happy, simple fisherfolk,
before the Lord came down.
Contented, peaceful fishermen,
before they ever knew
The peace of God that filled their hearts brimful,
and broke them too.
Young John who trimmed the flapping sail,
homeless in Patmos died.
Peter, who hauled the teeming net,
head-down was crucified.
The peace of God, it is no peace,
but strife closed in the sod;
Yet, brothers, pray for but one thing --
the marvelous peace of God."
William Alexander Percy, 1924
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