“Return unto your rest, O my soul, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you—for You have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears and my feet from falling.”
Psalm 116:7-8
How prone we are to wander
From the safety of home and rest;
We crave the thrills of the far-off lands,
Even though we know it’s not the best.
Our eyes are drawn to colorful lights,
Our feet so like to dance;
But soon the newness all wears off
And we’re left with dismal circumstance.
Where “fun” once was, there’s now only tears
And heartaches that seem to abound;
We even despair of life itself
As our burdens weigh us down to the ground.
It’s in those times that we hear the Voice
Of the Savior calling us to draw near:
“Come Home to Me, My weary child
And I’ll dry up all your tears.”
Like the prodigal son are we in life
Or like stupid sheep that stray;
Bad choices made, all resources gone
That cause weeping at the end of the day.
But still the Savior calls our name
And beckons us to come Home:
“Come now to Me and receive your Rest
So you never again will roam.”
Yes, “Return unto your Rest, O my weary soul,
Into the Savior’s Arms do flee—
For it’s only in His loving Arms
That we find true Rest indeed.”
How sweet His Grace and Mercy,
How wonderful His tender embrace;
In Him we find our soul’s greatest comfort
As we see His smiling Face.
November 1, 2011
