Rest

There is rest for the bird that eagerly homeward is wingingIn the quiet of even—sweet rest from his soaring and singing.But what rest like the rest awaiting the heart that is yearningFor heavenly comfort and homeward toward Spirit is turning!

There is peace in the stillness of twilight with only birds calling,While softly over the world silver shadows are falling.But what peace like the heavenly peace that comes tenderly stealingO'er the heart that is seeking for God, bringing comfort andhealing!

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