Hear the Father beckoning
With words both strong and sweet
“Dear child, stop your striving.
Be still and rest in me.
For you were never meant to strive
To vainly chase the wind
To ache for fading earthly things
I’ve chosen not to give.”
“But how?” whispered the child
With a weight deep in her chest
”For it seems, in all my striving,
I’ve forgotten how to rest.”
Then the Father looked upon her
With a gaze that understood
And he whispered, “You must trust
That I am working for your good.
For to rest is to surrender
To live with open hands
To acknowledge that, when I withhold,
I have a better plan
Dear child, believe I love you
You can trust my sovereign hand
I never give my children stones
When they come seeking bread
For all you need you’ll always have
Seek and you will find
That all which stirs your heart to long
Is found in Jesus Christ
Come, lay down your burdens
Come, find rest and peace
Beneath his sweet, sufficient cross
Be still, let strivings cease.”
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