Tag: rest

On My Bed

I still my mind, when I can’t sleep,
To seek my Lord’s embrace.
He whispers with a voice so sweet,
“Come, tell me all your care.”
With grateful heart I throw it all
Before His throne of grace.
In answer to my Lover’s call,
I give Him every prayer:

The lonely hearts that I can see
And others that I know
Who battle with the enemy…
For grace and peace and rest;
For any who can serve or lead,
From high down to the low,
I feel a need to intercede,
And so, I give my best.

Then finally my heart grows still
And sleep begins to come,
Now I’m content, I’ve done His will.
I let myself succumb.

Orion

Hello, Orion, brightly shining in the winter night.
As time moves on, your stars aligning give my heart delight.
I still declare when seeing you that there is always hope,
For you’re prepared, you’ve set your view with all encompassed scope.

The hunter’s bow is ever ready to supply the food you need.
The warrior is always steady meeting every foe with speed.
Your eyes are focused forward to the goal with cool command,
Yet ever conscious all around the place in which you stand.

Your knees stay bent with arrow notched to move at slightest whim.
So, I am sent by God who’s watched me, called me out in Him.
To watch, to learn, to hear, to move as Holy Spirit leads—
To pray, to burn with holy love—He through me intercedes.

I still repent on bended knee, convicted when I sin.
We war against my enemy, in battles fought within.
Father meets my every need and gives me daily bread.
So, on my knees I rest indeed, submitting without dread.

Hello, Orion, brightly shining in the winter night.
As you shine on, you are reminding me of Father’s Light.
Keep running through the skies above despite the winter chill.
Your hope anew blooms while God’s love enfolds me in His will.

Sunshine

Today I feel like sunshine
Though it’s cold and wet and gray.
Inside my soul I feel fine
Though the storms of life hold sway.
It is odd but I can stand fast
Feeling rest and grace and peace
Never minding as I sail past
Other ships and harbors’ ease.

For the way of strength in Jesus
Is to know that I am weak
To acknowledge in my stresses
That His wisdom helps me seek
Past the folly of man’s goodness
Into truth and faith and love
And to stand upon God’s promise
With His new life from above.

Today I know just who I am
Though I sometimes forget
I am a child held in His hand
And should not grasp regret.
Repenting, I receive new life—
Confess, release, advance
Through Christ whose awesome sacrifice
Gives me a second chance.

Out With The Old Stuff

You confuse me.
Some days you act so belligerent and angry.
Then before I realize what’s happening,
You treat me with civility and courtesy.
It leaves my head spinning and
My insides churning because
I never know what to expect.
I don’t understand you at all.
 
I don’t think I ever will, if the truth be told.
I can only be grateful for the peaceful moments,
Let go and forgive the angry ones, and
Be thankful I am no longer with you…
I only count the moments now
Until the kids are grown and I can
Let it all go behind me with the rest
Of the clouded confusion and anger.
 
In the meanwhile,
Today only reminds me again
How deep this old wound is
To still make me shiver with fear,
Then tense with angry, runaway thoughts
Of all the imbalances and inequalities
I still have to endure at your hand,
Whether politely or otherwise.
 
Dear Jesus, help me breathe again–
Out with the old stuff and unforgiveness,
In with all Your grace and mercy,
Remembering that what You gave to me,
I must give to others.

Within Your Love

Pressing in to You I find
A peace I can’t explain.
Although I’ll never understand,
Your rest surrounds me
With a sense of absolute trust.
The turmoil within and without
Slips away to a distant place,
And a solidness settles me down…

Words just aren’t enough to describe
You circumambient to me.
I feel secure and safe
Like a babe in the womb.
Fear, worry, anger, frustration, confusion
Cannot touch me through
The filter of Your very Present Spirit.
O Lord, what blessing compares
When You enfold me within Your love.

You Are My Shepherd

You are my Shepherd.
As long as I can remember,
Through darkness and light,
In the shadow of death’s company and
Running through bright green pastures,
I have sought You, Lord,
On my knees and on my face,
Standing stiffly against your Spirit or
Wrung out with weakness.
I feel so bereft sometimes
In this vacuum of my soul.
No matter how often You remind me
Your love is bestowed without bias,
Undeserved and unearned,
I keep trying to make You smile at me
Because I have pleased You somehow
In my actions or accomplishments.
I know better.
Or at least, I should know better,
But I know that I know
How very much I don’t deserve Your love,
So some part of me keeps on striving.

Still, You are my Shepherd.
And somehow, some way, sometimes
I remember the tenderness of Your touch,
The graciousness in Your gaze
During my worst moments of fear and distrust.
I keep on seeking You, Lord, and
When You find me, You show me that
The vastness of my internal universe is
Filled up with You.
So even when I can’t see You or feel You,
I can still know You are there…
Here, within my own being.
In spite of my sense of loneliness,
Your Spirit still leads me, guides me
Through paths of righteousness
For Your name’s sake—
Not because I have merit of my own,
But because I am bought with blood.
My gratitude displays itself and
Then gets turned inside out until
All my efforts tell me
I’ve begun striving again.

My Shepherd, You are
So pricelessly patient with me.
When I stumble and fall,
You pick me up again and again.
In the sweet silence,
I can but seek You, Lord.
You strengthen my heart
With loving boundaries…
Those invisible constraints that
Support me in my weakness, and
Shape the nature of who I am in You.
Though I feel alone so often,
I come again to the reality
That You are everywhere I am.
Help me, Lord, to remember
You offer rest for weary wanderers
In body, in spirit, in mind, and
To those like me who are still learning
How to let go,
How to be still,
How to be Yours, and
Leave the striving behind…

After all, You are my Shepherd.

Isaiah 11:1,2

Isaiah chapter 11, verses 1 and 2

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