Our culture thrives on busyness,
A habit hard to break,
We run in circles 'til we find
Our very soul's at stake.
An emptiness we start to feel,
There really must be more!
But still we hasten through our days
Completing one more chore.
We're one among the masses
Complaining there's no time,
Convince ourselves there's work to do
And mountains yet to climb.
We get caught up in serving God
To feel we've done our part,
And lay our works before His throne
To show He has our heart.
But in His eyes they're filthy rags,
This "sacrifice" we bring,
It's what we are not what we do
That's in the center ring.
Just what am I becoming?
Do I even have a goal?
A purpose God has planned for me
That will fulfill my soul!
And then I am reminded
In the stillness peace awaits,
Fulfillment I will never find
By works I generate.
It's only when I "come away"
And spend some time with Him,
My fractured soul finds purpose
Sensing wholeness once again.
For this is what life's all about,
In Him I am complete,
And once again my cup is filled
By sitting at His feet.
"For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, In returning to Me and resting in Me you shall be saved; in quietness and in (trusting) confidence shall be your strength." Isaiah 30:15 (Amplified)
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