Friday, June 11, 2010

Come, Rest Awhile

“Come, rest awhile with Me,” He said
Wearily I shook my head
There isn’t any time for rest
Or the reprieve that You suggest
There’s more work than what can be done
Before I view the setting sun
And someday I will rest with You
When there’s not so much work to do…..

“My yoke is easy, I am near”
He softly pleaded in my ear
“My pastures green, the waters still
If You can trust My perfect will”
But blindly , deafly still I clung
To all the duties to be done
“There isn’t any time” I said
As bitterly I shook my head

“Come, rest awhile with Me,” He said
As I was climbing into bed
“I long to fill you with My peace
Abiding hope that will not cease”
I thought about my work undone
Though I had toiled past setting sun
Never a moment had I to spare
For Him, beneath my load of care

“Come rest awhile with me” He pleaded
Could it be He has what I’ve needed
If I should tarry for an hour
Would He sustain Me with His power?
Would He fill My emptiness
With His pure holy tenderness
I thought of all my work undone
And softly whispered, “Lord, I come”

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Janet Martin

He that sows to the flesh
Shall of the flesh reap corruption,
But he that sows to the Spirit
Shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting. Gal.6:8

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