Rest

This poem was inspired by a walk on a warm summer day. I was feeling anxious and uncertain about my future, but the beauty of the world around me reminded me of the truth: I don’t need to change the world to be valuable. I am already covered and enfolded by God’s grace.

Rest

Wind breathes on the trees, and they whisper of grace

In the warmth of the sunlight I feel Your embrace

Gracious Lord of all peace, You are here in this place

And I rest in Your merciful hand

I come here with wounds from the world and its lies

That taught me your love and Your gifts to despise

And yet You have heard my ungrateful heart’s cries

And You healed me and taught me to stand

I stumbled before Your throne, weary and sore

Despite all my striving, still utterly poor

Yet you heard my request, and You gave me far more

Though I never could meet Your demand

You’ve saved me from sin, but how slowly I learn!

I grab at hot coals, though I know that they burn

Yet always You call me; I hear and return

And I cling to my God’s nail-pierced hand

Spirit, breathe on my soul, and infuse me with grace

May I cease from all striving and trust Your embrace

May I walk in Your presence till I see Your face

And I rest in the true promised land