In our anxiety, fear and uncertainty, when hearts are heavy with the load we bear, and there is no one to turn toward but you; yours is the peace that calms, the peace that comforts, the peace that gives us strength to carry on.
Yours is the voice we long to hear, the persistent whisper in our ear, ‘Be still, and know that I am God’.
Yours is the presence in the dark that banishes our fears. Yours is the hand that guides, the footprints in which I walk.
Come, all who are thirsty, says Jesus. Come, all who are weak, taste the living water that I shall give. Dip your hands in the stream, refresh body and soul, drink from it, depend on it, for this water will never run dry. Come, all who are thirsty says Jesus, our Lord.
In times of weakness and in hour of need, yours is the strength in which we carry on, the shoulder upon which we rest.
When our load is heavy and too much to bear, yours are the arms stretched out to help us the grace that we depend on. In times of weakness and hour of need, your voice is heard, ‘Come… find rest.’ ~ written by John Birch