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Topic: Rest (06/14/04)

TITLE: My Place of Rest
By Nta Etim
06/15/04

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REST

I sauntered in to the court of the King
Weighed down and burdened
Anxious and in despair
Life had taken its toll on me
Giving me more than my fair share of pain and sorrow

Yet still, into the courts of the King I came
I had nowhere else to go
No one else to turn to
Starved of peace and joy
In dire need of a place to lay my head

Voices of saints offering worship filled the air
Wish I could join them, but I was just in too much pain
‘Holy, Holy, Holy,’ they cried
‘Worthy to receive all glory’

Stooped, I made my way slowly to the throne room
Such splendor, such magnificence
But today, I had eyes for only the King
He sat on the throne, high and lifted up
And His train filled the temple

I fell to my knees before Him
Who could stand before such a great and mighty King?
Weeping profusely, I bowed at His feet
He rose from His throne, to the place where I lay on the floor
Stretched forth his hands and picked me up

Still weeping, I was pulled into the embrace of the Almighty
With my head in His Chest, I tried to tell Him how badly broken I was
Who had broken my heart and who had betrayed me
He listened carefully, and gave me grace to forgive
He took away my burdens and cleaned up my wounds

I sat on His laps, heard Him whisper words of love to me
‘I’ll never leave you nor forsake you,’ He said.
‘You’re the apple of my eye’.
I placed my small hands in His large nail pierced hands
Hands that spoke volumes of how far love can go


As I sat there, with the King
Utterly refreshed and restored
I knew I had come to the right place
To my King and My Father
To my place of rest.


Member Comments
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darlene hight06/28/04
Touching,nice entry!
Phyllis Inniss 06/29/04
Lovely poem. "I knew I had come to the right place" where we should always come - to that place of rest.
L.M. Lee06/29/04
i always love the picture i have a young girl resting in Jesus' lap...my favorite spot!
Deborah Porter 06/29/04
Beautiful! With love, Deb
Melanie Kerr 06/30/04
"I sauntered in to the court of the King
Weighed down and burdened" - the word sauntered seems like the wrong choice of word. Sauntering seems to be to bring with it a sense of relaxation and calm. The idea of being resfreshed in the presence of God - not doing anything, but just being there is a good lesson to learn.
Marcell Billinghurst07/03/04
A very moving poem, a very good perspective which shows how God bids us come to Him to lay our burdens down. God bless you in your journey with the Lord and in your writing. Well done.