Glenda Shouse: Rest
My Father bids me
Come, rest here my child
Come, stay by My side
Where the grass is green
And the water is fresh
Where peace and gladness enfold you
Let the world scurry by
As time continues to fly
I know a place where I can go
To find rest for my weary soul
Where my head I can lay
On My Father’s chest
As His arms of love draw me into His rest.
Genre: Poetry
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