A Savior’s Rest: Joy After the Journey


In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
A weary smile adorns His face,
The day has been long, the journey steep,
Yet in His heart, a peace runs deep.

With calloused hands and dusty feet,
He’s walked the paths where people meet,
He’s healed the sick, the blind, the lame,
And whispered softly, each one’s name.

The sun dips low, a crimson hue,
Reflecting in His eyes so true,
Tired muscles, tender and sore,
From loving labors done once more.

He rests beneath the olive tree,
In solitude, where spirits free,
The weight of burdens He has borne,
A crown of thorns yet to be worn.

But in His chest, a joy profound,
For every soul He’s touched, unbound,
Their smiles, their tears, their whispered thanks,
More precious than the highest ranks.

He knows the toil is far from done,
But in this moment, He’s won,
A silent prayer, a thankful sigh,
Underneath the starlit sky.

In the stillness, His heart sings,
Of love and peace that service brings,
For though He’s tired, His spirit’s light,
In the warmth of love’s pure sight.


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