A Perfect Rest

Oh, to know the peace of God,
to slip to sleep upon its breast
to fall into the calm of its caress
and find within – a perfect rest.

To wait for the soothing relief,
from all the years of eroding pain
to watch in silence as it ebbs
on the tips of each sandy grain.

Oh, to calm the rushing roar,
that rages through my mind
peace asleep on the shore
waves for me to come and find.

Peace, peace why do you flee,
from the head on which I lie
fill my mine with your quietness
and rest with me until I die.

Oh, how I long to obtain,
a stillness – too still to hear
and then, oh then, my Lord
You'll take with it – my fear.