My Version
My life is full of Incessant activity,
I feel like I am on a treadmill,
Working really hard but getting nowhere,
Tiredness is the constant cry of my world,
I want to get some really good sleep,
However, it eludes me because there’s more to do.
But, rest is waiting for me,
It’s God’s gift to his children,
Those who are worn out by the treadmill,
God’s way first brings us a cool drink,
It refreshes as if I had worked in the sun all day,
Then he keeps bringing me cool drinks,
Whenever the day gets hot,
His hand is outstretched with a full glass.
I’ve tried lots of ways to find rest,
Increased efficiency wasn’t the answer,
It worked for a short time,
Then I was back to where I started,
the only way was to return to God,
I found the answer –
It wasn’t by doing more,
Or by trying to be better at what I do,
No.
It’s simply by trusting God,
Admitting that I couldn’t succeed on my own,
I have my own room in God’s house,
I love it because my Father spent time creating it,
No more worry about where I will live,
It’s completely paid for,
A home built for eternity.