Giving You my burdens may at first feel bitter sweet
Yes, My soul finds rest but restless still are my feet
My mind still churning, always yearning
Still I come to You and pause
Finding Your calmness, strength and sweet relief
As You speak to my heart and restrain my wayward feet.
What part of You should I write of today?
The way You raise Your hand to stop me when I’m going the wrong way?
Or the blessings You shower down to remind me You love me and are here to stay.
How about the confidence You bestow when everything else is on shaky ground
Or the Hope you instill when no tangible reason to hope can be found
Yes those are all great. But I think there is still another favorite I should proclaim.
When I told You I may never be faithful, You gently grabbed my hand and said “I know” and kept loving me anyway.
2 Timothy 2:13
If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself.