Enough of nights spent pointlessly awake;
Too many—even fruitful—sleepless hours;
And long past time to seek God’s kingdom first
Instead of striving till soul-weariness
To catch what now appears no more than wind.
For I know better: failure or success
Does not, at last, depend on what I’ve done;
It comes, in grace, from God’s almighty hand
And it is he who gives his people rest.
This is another “hot off the preses” verse paragraph, written late this week as events and relevant Scripture crystallized into words.
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