My Resting Place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some days seem like they’ll never end,

They just go on and on

Until the last ounce of my strength

Has given up and gone.

 

But even as my strength slips out

I feel Your peace slip in.

I know that weariness will pass

And joy will come again.

 

Lord, until then I’ll hide in You,

My rock, my resting place,

And lift my weary heart in thanks

For Your enduring Grace.

 

Psalm 62:7

On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God.