Where do I find the rest I need
Not to satisfy my selfish greed
But when my soul is tired from
My flesh and religious legalism
I have to know I have some hope
In something more outside my scope
So is rest defined as closing my eyes
And my lack of conscious mind
Or is it something more than sleep
When I'm dead upon my feet
Is rest a kind of precious peace
Where only my heart can find that feast
Or is it faith within a sword
Whose price for peace I can't afford
Is rest a contented soul for life
That never finds it any strife
Or is it hope throughout a trial
Not in drink or in a vial
But in a love that's stronger than
The ink on parchment from a pen
A love that is even deeper than grace
Who looks my inadequacy in the face
In one Who died upon a cross
With no guarantee being given from us
In one Who pours out from the throne
A love that melts the hardest stone
In one Who has given His life for peace
To save the world so death would cease
Who bore the curse for laws transgressed
That I would find His yoke of rest
A burden lifted from my heart
To know His love is never far
It goes beyond my deepest ache
All the hurts I give and take
This rest I long for and require
Is simply trusting He is higher
To be at peace with my own soul
To find the faith to seek the goal
To live and learn of being free
In simply accepting His love for me
~ olivia jane
2 comments:
"hope throughout a trial" I like that line a lot. Lovely poem Olivia.
Thank you Clare. :)
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