Rest

There is a quest of old, that we chase too
Entrance to God's own rest, the place to be
Where we can rest from labour and be free
This freedom that our hearts long to pursue
A land we long to see
And which with streaming eyes of faith we'll view.

Will we see flowers that we have never seen?
Or vivid colours showing hues unknown?
Where songs and music sound with perfect tone?
And grass an unfamiliar shade of green?
All this we will be shown
As basking in the wonders of this scene.

Here we will rest but know He rested first
After He fought the battle of the age
And conquered every foe, and death its wage
Was broken, all its fearfulness reversed
The Canaanites enrage
As He the resurrection land traversed.

In Christ we rest, for all His work is done
And nothing we can do can add to Him
But share His rest, and in His presence swim
We will slow down our pace, we will not run
Or heavenly canvas skim
He has for us eternal riches won.

And so, this Land where milk and honey flow
Will show these wonders, soon we'll understand
While far horizons faith already scanned.
This, only this, is where our hearts would go
In joyfulness expand
And God's resplendent rest forever know!

This poem was a finalist in the December 2023 poetry contest

Book by Paul Purday

If you like this poem, you may enjoy reading more work by this artist:

buy