I thank You for this day of rest,
Rest that I well needed.My body had cried out for sleep,
But that cry went unheeded
Until I had no choice but hear
Or fall in exhaustion.
And so, Lord, my thanks for this day
Of getting nothing done.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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