A Poetic Meditation: Rest | Paul David Tripp

A Poetic Meditation: Rest | Paul David Tripp

Rest

a faint dream for many,
a treasured commodity
in a fallen world,
a thing so needed
yet so easily interrupted.
The garden was a place of
rest—
no violence in creation,
no weed or thorn,
no cleft between God and man,
no reason to hide,
no cause for fear,
no need unmet,
no grief to face.
Bright sun,
pure love,
unfettered peace,
unstained beauty,
man and God,
worship and love.
But, a voice
interrupted the rest:
strategies of death,
words of deceit,
actions of rebellion,
fingers of blame,
expulsion from the garden,
judgment and death,
rest interrupted,
rest shattered.
So we wait for the Lord.
His grace strengthens,
his presence comforts,
his promises assure,
his power activates, and
his rule guarantees
that someday rest—
real rest,
pure rest,
eternal rest—
will reign once more.
No violence in creation,
no weed or thorn,
no cleft between God and man,
no reason to hide,
no cause for fear,
no need unmet,
no grief to face
between God and man.
Yes, rest, true rest,
will live again
and last forever.
So we wait for the Lord
to restore us to that place.
Bright Son,
pure love,
unfettered peace,
unstained beauty,
God and man,
together forever.
Until that day,
with hearts
that are strong,
and hope
that is undimmed,
and joy
that embraces the future,
we wait for the Lord.

 

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