unrest

1. Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,
Jesus, I come; Jesus I come.
Into Thy freedom, gladness and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my wanting and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

2. Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come.
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress into jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

3. Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come.
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward forever on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

4. Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come.
Into the joy and light of Thy home,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Words: William Sleeper
Music: Greg Thompson


For too many years I have been in constant unrest and striving for earthly affections. Too long have I 'known' of God's love and not experienced it. I praise Him for this season in my life - though I cannot deny the fears that still exist - I will bring them to Him - not to this world. I have believed the myth that to have fears is a lack of faith and therefore refused to acknowledge them. It is not the presence of fear that lacks faith, but what I do with them. Do I bring them before God and give them to Him daily or do I try to smother them with assurances from man? Those assurances are temporary at best and can provide only a brief respite. I long for rest that can only be found in Him.