A stone-mason had fallen from his scaffold and was fatally hurt.. In the hospital where he was carried he was approached by a Christian who said to him: "My friend, I hear that there is no hope for you. You will soon be in eternity. Have you made peace with God?”
"Peace with God?" echoed the dying man.
A smile of transcendent beauty glorified his pain-wracked face as he continued:
"Two thousand years ago JESUS, the Lord of glory, took my place as a lost, guilty sinner before God, and on Calvary's cross He died for me—HE IS MY PEACE.”
A mind at "perfect peace" with God:
Oh, what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood:
This, this indeed is peace!
By nature and by practice far,
How very far from God!
Yet now by grace brought nigh to
Him Through faith in Jesus' blood.