Inspiration From Streams In The Desert

Be all at rest, my soul, oh blessed secret,
Of the true life that glorifies thy Lord:
Not always doth the busiest soul best serve Him
But he that resteth on His faithful Word.
Be all at rest, let not your heart be rippled
For tiny wavelets mar the image fair,
Which the still pool reflects of heavens glory -
And thus the image He would have thee bear.

Be all at rest, my soul, for rest is service,
To the still heart God doth His secrets tell;
Thus shalt thou learn to wait, and watch, and labour
Strengthened to bear, since Christ in thee doth dwell.
For what is service but the life of Jesus
Lived through a vessel of earth's fragile clay,
Loving and giving and poured forth for others,
A living sacrifice from day to day.

Be all at rest, so shalt thou be an answer
To those who question, "Who is God and where?"
For God is rest, and where He dwells is stillness
And they who dwell in Him, His rest shalt share.
And what shall meet the deep unrest around thee,
But the calm peace of God that filled His breast?
For still a living Voice calls to the weary,
From Him who said, "Come unto Me and rest."

Freda Hanbury Allen