“Place of Rest”
Rivers and streams appealing barley amidst doth sway,
my soul no longer searching for a place of rest.
God is here, the calmness of the air as I stand by the stream
my eyes feasting on the views of the meadows beyond.
Oh wondrous God of love,
how thy hand performed
to create such beauty.
I stop a while gathering water from the stream
to refresh my tight facial skin from dusty air.
Then I see a rock protruding but not to high,
I look towards the Lord and wink then I sigh.
My back fits snugly in the hollowed rock I found,
my feet stretched and laid upon the ground.
My soul no longer searching for a place of rest,
my eyes closed I rest my head upon His breast.
ROR © 2012
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