Spinning Wheels, Never Full, Come Home

 

Rest in Me

In My comfort

When you've straggled away

And your nerves are afray

Come

Come to me

My weary people

I offer rest for your soul

I offer abundance aplenty

You fear me; reproof; wander further

Skirting loving, longing, outstretched arms

Marked and marred for you

Creator brought low and wrung empty

For you

For love and redemption and healing

To bring wholeness, soul completion, satisfaction

Stop

Running to empty cisterns

Spinning wheels, never full.

Come home.

Luke 13:34