“Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for your selves. For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.” -Matthew 11:28-30
A restless heart I nursed, no peace to find.
I strove to rule myself, to sovereign be.
‘Twas then I read I’m of Augustine’s kind;
“Our hearts are restless ‘til they rest in Thee.”
In shock I clutched those words, so plain, so bold.
Had I not always known Thee, my true God?
And yet, how I had wandered from Thy fold!
Prayers few, no thought of Thy firm Shepherd’s rod.
My heart spoke for itself, that heart the test:
Thine it was not, though thine I could have sworn.
“All ye sore burdened, come to Me and rest.”
To Thee I chose to come, ill and forlorn.
O Mercy great, that rushed on sinner lost:
And Thou my Last Resort, I counting cost!