Rest

Rest

Rest, rest, oh silent peaceful rest.

Of all God’s graces

P’raps this is the best.

A strong calm spirit alone

Can someday be

The perfect pallet upon which

He imprints

The image of His Son expressed in me.

‘Tis not in hurry, anxious time,

Nor yet in scurry and the sore distress of restlessness.

A Christ-like spirit

Births instead,

In quiet rest.  His blessedness

Attains its richest taste

It’s most vibrant life enhancing hue

When we shut down our hurried busyness.

Its then our minds by haste confused

Can grasp a way so bright and new,

And yet so ancient tried and true.

For ‘tis His way to sit and rest and pray.