Rest
What sweet relief, this peace of mine, Seated at my father’s knee; Weary no more as I recline And put my trust in Thee. His wounded hand upon my brow, Bids mournful sorrows cease; I gaze upon his nail-pierced feet; My harbored pains release. He paid the price, a Father’s love That beckons children home; Come rest, dear one, against His knee Where none is left alone. -Kari Rimbey Psalm 46:10 Image - Ian Sane