
The Race and The Rest
I see You slightly.
You are close by but seem so far away.
I see Your mouth moving and I hear a light whisper,
But I can't hear exactly what You are saying.
I am curious.
You are a bit mysterious.
I want to know who You are and
What You are saying.
I step forward and a wall breaks.
With every step I take, I seem to strike
Success and some common ground,
Because now I can hear You lips make sound.
I am curious.
You are a bit mysterious.
I want to know who You are and
What You are saying.
As I gain ground and the Words off Your lips make sound,
My ears make out a sweet melody.
A peace-making, fear-shaking song You are singing over me.
I can't help but jog towards You with a great longing.
I am curious.
You don't seem that mysterious.
I can recognize that Face
And that comforting Voice.
Tears roll down my cheeks as Your Face becomes clear.
My feet may hurt but I'm running after You still.
I see Your Smile and Your arms wide open as You speak,
"My child,You are almost there. Come closer to Me."
I leap into Your arms and embrace You
As You embrace me.
I feel the warmth and the comfort of Your heart beat and touch
As You sing over me,
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
For I am gentle and humble in heart,
And you will find rest for your souls."
Matthew 11:28 NIV