Rest

I rest, laying still and with peace; yet I complain,

"Oh what could I be doing? What should I be doing?"

You respond,

"Just rest."

My mind attempts an escape from my still and heavy frame; so relaxed, it's only in my thought that I conceive movement.

You say,

"Be still."

I wonder why I'm being punished--forced to lay down.

You answer, "To think of Me."

AMEN