the glimpses of straining eyes,
the reaches of outstretched arms,
seas and mountains uncrossed,
heart waits for everlasting rest.
the brambles of brush that tear at me,
the traffic that weights me down,
the unlighted tunnels of my life,
pass into the place of rest which is waiting for me.
You Lord God, my Heavenly Father,
thank You for reeling me into Your prepared rest.
all that I seem to do to avoid it,
yet to what my soul longs for,
praise You Lord and Father,
You bring me in.
Your ever-holding grasp,
Your bountiful plain,
Your very creation,
am given eternal rest.
Your name dear God,
into Your peace,
have brought me.
the name of Jesus.
God, for He brings us into Himself.
Into by Ronhales Ephesians 2: 6-7