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Give Me Rest
Give me rest Lord,
At the end of my labours
Give me hope, Lord
At the ending of the day
Give me wisdom
When I don’t know what to do
Give me peace
In the darkness of the night
When in the early morning
I worry, tossing and turning
Full of anxiety and dread
Whisper into my restless heart
My child, be at rest
For what will all your worry do
It can’t add to your life’s span
It only steals your tomorrow
As you fear for today
Put the future in my hands
Let it come as it will
The past is already written
And today has its fill
Of care
Bid me lay my burden
Let my wearied soul
See the beauty of thy presence
And take its much desired rest
In You
The day dawns, and I awake
The journey begins anew
Where I am going
I really have no clue
I look around me
At the world I now see
What a creation
Beauty is all I see
I get lost, lose my way
The trees so majestic
Now crowd my path
The rain starts falling
And the storm
Engulfs me
Where is the sun
I cry
By and by
It appears
And my fears
Take flight once more
I will never know
The way
Till I reach the end
Of the journey
My companion
Heavenly guide
At my side
Reassures me all will be well
For at journey’s end
The companion, friend
Will lead me
Home
In the distance comes the cry
Known by millions
Over the years
With hearts filled with tears
“Why have you forsaken me?”
In the space of broken homes
The echoes resound
“Why have you forsaken me”
Victims of war
Innocent and shattered
Broken and battered
Their cry resounds
“Why have you forsaken me”
Those with not enough to eat
Or drink
While others feast
“Why have you forsaken me?”
Golgotha’s cry
Still resounds
You hear the sound
Reverberate
“Why have you forsaken me?”
Go to the hill
If you will
Offer the heart
Broken, bruised
Battered, ill-used
Scars both seen and unseen
And listening
You will hear
“I have never forgotten
Never forsaken
Never stopped loving
For love is who I am
And I am your Father, your brother
Your God”
In my own emotion’s storm
I hear you call my name
Words heard yet long forgotten
Echo above the wind
The maelstrom howls it’s fury loud
Yet within its central eye
A strange peace is found
Found, lost, sought and found anew
I reach to you
The wind assails
Fragile faith
Is all too clear
Another Peter
Staggers here
Grant me courage
When the wind calls my name
My frantic heart to tame
To rest once more
Oh to feel that rest
The sacred guest
Bids me welcome
Step onto Jordan’s shore
Be baptized once more
Let the rain of forgiveness
Drench, refresh the weary soul
Sit a while
Remember how to smile
Close the desperate eyes
And dare to dream
Of sunlit skies
And peace
It’s been a long day
tired feet
have walked
dusty streets.
I remember
another time
a different pair of feet
dusty from the road
In an upper room
Their master and friend
Our Saviour
Became servant of all
and washed those dusty feet
The friends he met
That night
To wash their feet
The One enthroned in majesty
Walked those streets
Lived, loved, laughed and cried
Until fear and pride
Flung Him wide
on Calvary’s tree
The grave could not hold Him
Rising gloriously from the grave
His people to save
Give me the heart of a psalmist
A voice to praise your name
I am sure
Life will never be the same
Give me the courage
to sing your song of peace
Proclaiming a year of mercy
To prisoners release
To those in fear’s dread prison
A chance to be released
For the poor and the lowly
To be invited to the feast
Lord I am not proud
Use me as You will
In my weakness and my strength
My heart and soul are yours still
When the path turns lonely
and the night seems long
greet me as I journey
In your company I’ll be strong
And when the journey is over
The work is then complete
I will take my rest
At your feet
Call me
beckon me on
where I belong
I’m not strong,
I’m shattered
Broken
Bereft
Left alone
By the force of the hurricane
People
say they remember
they never do
floating out of your life
as gentle as clouds
Scudding with the fury of the tempest
Lead me on
For Calvary
Silent and thought of as empty
A sign of defeat
Calls to me
My God
Mighty though He be
Gentle enough
To cradle me
In those outstretched arms
Hung on that tree
People’s promises are empty
My Saviour’s never are
They promise a new life
Loved into being
My life is not my own
It’s His
For no matter how faithless
Humanity is
I know
He is ever present
And I am safe
In His presence
Where I belong
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