come Lord Jesus – May 3


so much scrambling

day to day to night

to day to fill, to foil,

to find or forget


I call to you for

quiet, or rest, or

something, anything

to calm

the panic hustle

hassle of my



our hearts will

find no rest until they 

find their rest in thee.


but will I have to wait

only for the beyond

or is that a giftie

for now.


come Lord Jesus.

I could use

the giftie now.


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