It's too Early Lord

It’s Too Early Lord

It’s Too Early Lord

Will I enter His rest when he beckons

Or struggle against His call

To retain my stubborn resistance

Murmuring “But I don’t feel rested at all”

Whose rest is the rest that I seek?

Is it merely my flesh cold and weak

That controls my acceptance

When He bids for a new chance

Will I conform my will with His

Not fighting wheeling to remain in slumber

(Should or can) I pray for just a bit of place

Or accept the graces without number

Afford when I wake to claim His ease

Whose rest? His rest today I’ll seek

And feel renewed throughout my being

I’ll gratefully accept His plan

Give thanks and now His raises sing.

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