(rest is a state of mind)

Father, teach my mind, my heart, to rest.

For I am your tired child, and I am sore.

your rest is calm, and serious,

it is me asleep beneath this shield.

my faith is the shield I yield,

(but the battle is the LORD'S.)

and I keep it

posted high above my head;

but Father help me when it takes

all my strength

just to lift these arms and

my hands shake,

so tired from carrying a load and so many things I never

knew how to let go of and only only

hold what you put in them

(the shield in one hand, the sword in the other)

Would you lift these arms with the strength behind your own

(called easy and light)

this child inside is knocking, trapped behind a wall

beneath my skin grown hard

(I wore myself out constructing what I was never meant to construct)

but

with each knock a new brick falls

and through the cracks, your light

is beginning to shine,

and this tired child is waking up to see your glory.

"Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you." 

Psalm 116:7