I’ve heard all about You.
I know the things you do.
They preached it from the pulpit
And way back in Sunday School.
How awesome You are…
Worlds exist at Your command
How powerful and righteous –
Life and Death are in Your hand.
Perfect judge of right and wrong,
Victorious reigning King.
Mighty Lord of Heaven and earth
Whose eyes miss not a thing.
The singers, they sang, “Holy! Holy!”
And the preacher pled, “Repent!”
And all of us, sick-hearted, broke-
Grew shame faced; learned to lament.
Oh God, it’s true – I should believe.
You’re who they say You are.
Still I long to find a place where Fear
No more my thoughts can mar.
A place where bruised reeds
Are not crushed.
A place where churning souls,
Sad cries are hushed.
Well, I’ve never seen this on a flannel board
Or heard it taught during VBS;
But when I picture Jesus, He holds me
Like a lamb close to His chest.
He never says I don’t belong or asks me
First to pass some test.
He simply, gently pulls me close and whispers,
“Come here, child.
Come find your rest..”