Resting Place
February 27, 2011 4 Comments
Give me a place where I can rest,
A place to recollect and start again.
Not a cushy king-size bed at a five-star hotel,
Not a park bench exposed under a starry sky,
Not a blanket by some long-forgotten shore,
This is not the rest I’m speaking of.
Lead me to the place inside
Where my soul can grow in strength.
Take me to the place of peace
Where my heart will know no sadness.
Physical rest is a mere shadow
Of the spiritual renewal I’m asking for.
The perfect rest found in Your Presence,
The Luminous Place inside my soul.
You, Oh God, are the rest I crave.
May the sun set on Me,
And rise on Thee.
~CLB 2011
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