A Short Repose in the Father's Grace.

O’ God of the most blissful repose, hold me in your arms this night I pray. How weak and feeble do I find myself in these days of darkness! My feet are blistered beyond repair and my hands crack and from the toil of this land. My lover has left me for the treasures of this world and my heart droops within me. But in this I stand firm due to my faith in the savior Jesus Christ. I find rest in the shade of my God and King, He whom has given us love in its truest form.

All the days of my life I found myself bogged down in the mire of sin and death but now I am lifted up by the never-ending spring of grace. I was the one who would drag the young believer away from the truth of Heaven. I was he in whom sin was embraced as comfort and safety. But o’ the wonderful grace that the Lord has shown me in these days of bleakness. How awesome is the faithfulness of He who has known me even from my nothingness!

Now, in the young-adulthood of my faith, I remember myself as a babe and I give thanks to the parent in whom I found most amazing rest. I give thanks for Him who lifted me from the muck and filth of sin and gave me a gown of the purest white. Because of this my life is no longer my own and the power of sin is mine to protest. To all of those whose ears have not heard I am to tell of this greatest or rescues. I am to crawl through the thicket and thorn to find those who are known only as the lost lamb.

But more than that I pray to see the face of the one of whose image I was created. I pray for the second coming to make haste in the days of my life. The intensity of my longing for his return to some might seem sinful, but how foolish are they? I long with the greatest of intensities to see Him the Rider on the White Horse. Come now you greatest of Kings. Make haste for your children are waiting. We wait here in this place in a constant state of stirring. We stare wildly up at the mountain in which no top is to be seen.

But until then your servant shall stay here in his most humble of states. I shall place my lips to the dust, for it is right that men of the spirit be humbled in such a way. For it is only in you that I might boast. It is from your own form that I have been made to be the man that I am this very day. And so, for now, I will quietly murmur alleluia as I slumber in my bed and Amen, Amen, Amen as I wake day by day.