Exhaustion
Well, Lord, the Shabbat is here;
I’m tired? Yet way beyond fear –
That left – was pushed back by faith –
Faith gone, hope did not forsake.Hope gone, things got down to love –
Life where Your Spirit, as dove,
Guides us each step of the way,
Graced by Your presence each day.Thanks for this time of repair;
Thanks for continuous care;
Thanks for Your kindness above;
Thanks for Your ongoing love.Lord thanks, for life here with You;
Thanks for the things that You do;
Thanks for perspective that’s ours;
Thanks for assurance of flowers.You said, “consider”, one day,
Flowers bloom in splendorous ways;
Yet they don’t toil with concern,
How they will spend what they earn.That says, “Provision is ours”;
“God feeds mankind like the flowers”;
We lack the rootage of plants,
Birds fly – and we get to dance.Man’s way? A life of exchange –
Market for that's been arranged –
Output with manna-fold life,
Feeding each one what they like.Sure it gets twisted and bent;
Folks think that they’re “Heaven sent”;
“God’s gift to folks” in their space;
“Kings of the whole human race”.They get abusive and seize
Power to do what they please,
Resource, pretending they’re God
Gifting it out – which seems odd.That’s just the counterfeit way –
“Can-do”, as guru would say,
“Because authentic is here;
Copied, but fake – that is clear”.Your gift of “stopping” is great!
Resting while You re-create
Our lives in line with Your plan;
Centered, so then we can stand –Victors – out here with Your foes;
Walking where Your Spirit goes;
Resting in You that is clear –
Heaven on earth thus appears.navigation