Beyond the glimpses of straining eyes,

Past the reaches of outstretched arms,

Over seas and mountains uncrossed,

My heart waits for everlasting rest.


Through the brambles of brush that tear at me,

Through the traffic that weights me down,

Through the unlighted tunnels of my life,

I pass into the place of rest which is waiting for me.


Unto You Lord God, my Heavenly Father,

I thank You for reeling me into Your prepared rest.

In all that I seem to do to avoid it,

But yet to what my soul longs for,

I praise You Lord and Father,

That You bring me in.


Into Your ever-holding grasp,

Upon Your bountiful plain,

Over Your very creation,

I am given eternal rest.


Praise Your name dear God,

For into Your peace,

Into my rest,

Unto Thyself,

You have brought me.


Praise the name of Jesus.

Praise God, for He brings us into Himself.



  Into by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                           Ephesians 2: 6-7

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