My Rest

  In your arms, I rest.  You understand me.  You know my short comings and my strengths.  You know why I feel as I do.  You're aware of my weaknesses.  And...unfortunately my sins.  You don't chastise me, but gently correct me....offering your strength to overcome.  You are my life blood.  I occasionally run from you.  Why?  I don't know.  Independence, maybe.  I sometimes tell myself it's from fatigue....but fatigue of what?  You know....you already know.  You know me better than I know myself.  My creator.
  So, Lord, even though I've done nothing to deserve you....and never could I.....I rest in your arms.  I lay my cares, my day, my smiles, and insecurities at your feet.  Take them Lord.....you promised to hold them for me.....so I may rest.  You've promised....with the scars in your hands.  Thank you............