Rest

   From every direction they come,
   To spoil and deflate the life from
   each one,

   Anguish and pain with fierce speed
   aiming to destroy and sneering as
   we freely bleed,

   Baring teeth like razor blades, with
   heavy breath and a spirit of fear
   against those of us who believe,

   The battle is set in array, not to be fought
   on the `morrow, no, but for today,
   To ensnare and enslave, striking
   high and low, the await, these
   bringers of toil and folly,

   Ah but for those who are bought
   by the precious blood of Christ, we
   bare his seal. from death to life,

   Their efforts do not succeed, their
   abominable games are withered
   and vanish away, like the dust of
   the earth, futile, impotent, no seed
   To bare,

   We rise from the ashes of our
   trouble and now we see what awaits,
   victory and relief, hope and belief,
   in his presence so sweet, we bow,

   Despite the struggles, we now bend
   our knees, acknowledging his hand
   in meeting our needs,

   He grants us compassion and grace
   is his best, to us he calls and whispers
   gently.....just rest.

   Rest my child, you are weak but I
   am strong, you need not strive
   or stand alone, trust in me and....
   just rest.

   Rest