The road we walk is weary
Our ways and days trend long.
We drag our feet and linger,
Listening for a song.
Is there rest on this earth
Or is endless toil our fate?
Will our hearts find solace
Ere the grave alters our state?
The adage seems quite hopeless,
“For the weary, there’s no rest”
So where does Sabbath promise fit
If life’s an anxious jest?
He said His yoke is easy
And the burden giv’n is light.
He said that Sabbath rest remains
When day replaces night.
How do we know it’s coming?
Listen, hear the lullaby
“Lay your weary head upon my breast,
Be still here as you lie.”
“Here you find your balance,
Here are filled from deep to deep.
He gives his children good gifts
And to His beloved, sleep.”
Copyright Jonelle Liddell 2015.