We all need your rest, Father
and yet we let the voices rage inside our heads.
We rip and tear and complain,
rehearse conversations,
nurse festered wounds,
re-enact battles,
slice and dice.
We all need your rest,
and yet, our minds are not with Him
who grants perfect peace.
They are sipping at fantasies,
numbed by others’ televised realities,
peering into the future,
fleeing shadows of the past,
walking with demons You defeated at Calvary.
We all need your rest, Lord God,
and I find it
in moments of repentance
in the grace of Your strength
in knowing Your love
is not about my comfort.
It is the goodness of Your glory.
The Agony of Victory 