I used to think that if I blinked
Or slowed my frantic pace
I would find myself behind
In life's unending race.
I tried my best; I skimped my rest
I worked from dawn to dark
But in the end I couldn't win
I somehow missed the mark
My good health failed. My ship had sailed
(The one called "Energy".)
And in its wake I had to make
More time to sit, to sleep
It chapped my hide: I often tried
To change this state of mine
It never worked. Now, sadness lurked
Within my "wasted" time.
But then I read how God had said
Each season was His gift
I sat. I thought on what He'd taught
And felt my spirits lift.
My chore, this peace was given me --
A present, wrapped in grace
I smiled, received this gift -- and freed
My soul to His embrace.
No longer shocked at what I've lost
I think of all He gave.
A pause. A place to feel His grace
A gift, from God Who saved.
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