A Place of Rest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though I seek Him in the morning

When clouds are gold with light,
And look for Him in twilight’s haze
Before the dark of night,
I will not find Him there.
 
While I may look into the storm
Hoping to see His face,
Or climb up to the mountains peak
With hope that it’s the place,
I will not find Him there.
 
But when, in peacefulness, I rest
Where meadow blossoms grow,
I find God waiting there for me
With peace I’ve longed to know.
 
Isaiah 32:17-19
The fruit of that righteousness will be peace; its effect will be quietness and confidence forever. My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.