“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.

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