Rest

Steal not from me my cherished place of rest
This secret space beside the Master’s feet
His words are honey, lavish, rich and sweet
I catch them as they fall and I am blessed
Call not to me you small and trifling things
My soul is pressed upon another call
As at His feet all blow and bluster fall
I hold instead the stillness that He brings

Come sit with Him and leave all haste behind

There’s rest from noisy clamour here to find
Let veils and artifice be stripped away
God’s image be restored and on display
His light and easy yoke is mine to bear
The message of the Kingdom now to share