Rest

Let me enter into Your rest Lord
Where thoughts subside at last.
Where peace floods o’er
Like a tide to shore
That doesn’t ebb or wane.

Oh soul wait patiently
It’ll happen yet.
All in God’s own time.
His answer is “yes” to the prayers
In which His will and ours align.

For such longing there’s hope
For His mercy is never late
But appears just on the morn
For our refuge and friend comes rushing in
To calmly silence the storm.

Oh glorious rest may I enter soon
Become lost in the length of His arms
Once there look around
Quite glad to be found
“Safe and secure from all alarms”.
-DRadaker

(Showalter and Hoffman)
> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leaning_on_the_Everlasting_Arms

Telling It

“Go tell it on the mountain”
And on the streets today
Our Lord is alive
He has conquered the grave!

Go tell it to everyone
“God has made a way.
Turn and receive Jesus
Be reconciled today.”

Go tell it in the schoolyard
Where children go without
When ours is the greatest news
That one has to tout.

Go tell it in the workplace
Why do we tread in fear?
Ours is the best news
One could ever hear.

Go tell it on the ball field
While others shout in vain
We can speak the words of peace
That Jesus came to save.

Go tell it in the churches
Where assumption overrides
The thought that one so close
Is being passed by.

Go tell it in the hospitals
Where sickness seems to reign
Help someone see the truth
The news of eternal gain.

Go tell it in the homes
Of beset families
Where hope seems lost
In the face of plenty.

Go tell it in government places
Where good people hide away
When they’ve been given voices
But have become political slaves.

Go tell it over yonder
Across the oceans vast
In every country, in every language
Let’s not deny our task.

-DRadaker

Matthew 28:16-20
Mark 16:15-16

“Go Tell it on the Mountain”, song by John Wesley Work, Jr. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go_Tell_It_on_the_Mountain_(song)

Hope in The Lord

As for me I’ll always have hope
I’ll praise You more and more;
I’ll praise You through the worst of life
I’ll praise You though I’m torn.

At times it’s not what I want
I want to scream or cry
But You, God of all wisdom
Tell me what is right.

As for me I’ll always have hope
I’ll praise You all the more;
The pestilent culture cannot confine
What my heart has stored.

When we find we’re hiding out
Cause living seems too much
That is when we need to praise
To thank Him for His love.

As for me I’ll always have hope
For my hope is in the Lord;
The One who in wondrous mercy
Forwent His adored.

To praise Him is to be humble
To remember who we are
In doing this, those places rent
Begin to be restored.

-DRadaker

As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. Psalm 71:14