Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Rescue

As one looks up 
to behold what the light will reveal, 
in the hope of promise, 
of relief 
of reprieve 
of safety
and no more despair,
one finds what one is hoping for
waiting for,
in the smallest of ways 
as The Promiser delivers.

Just as He is waiting to do as He said he would 
if we would but look to Him, 
trust in Him
turn from the pain
from the distraction
all by design.

As the light trickles in 
What once was weariness 
is now consumed, 
overtaken by sheer joy; 
the result and reasonable response 
of gratitude.

Rest is a beautiful, refreshing quality.

3 comments:

Lynne said...

Did you write this, Tracy? Love it.

Tracy said...

Hi Lynne! Glad you like my poem :)

Anonymous said...

Great Job mommy!