The Bible tells me Jesus was
A carpenter by trade.
If only I could have, I thought,
A chair by Jesus made.
I'd rest in it when I feel down,
And from my cares be free,
For trials though I'd have to face,
His chair would comfort me.
Chairs of this world that I possess,
However good they be,
Can't take away my anxious thoughts,
And give tranquility.
God's Word before me, lost in thought,
I pondered deep in prayer,
When I heard Jesus speak to me,
"Fear not! you're in My care.'
'My everlasting arms uphold
All those who rest in Me:
I am the chair you're longing for,
Your solace find in Me.'
Published in The magazine of St. Andrew's Church, (The KIRK) Chennai
Kirkspire, September 2009.
A carpenter by trade.
If only I could have, I thought,
A chair by Jesus made.
I'd rest in it when I feel down,
And from my cares be free,
For trials though I'd have to face,
His chair would comfort me.
Chairs of this world that I possess,
However good they be,
Can't take away my anxious thoughts,
And give tranquility.
God's Word before me, lost in thought,
I pondered deep in prayer,
When I heard Jesus speak to me,
"Fear not! you're in My care.'
'My everlasting arms uphold
All those who rest in Me:
I am the chair you're longing for,
Your solace find in Me.'
Published in The magazine of St. Andrew's Church, (The KIRK) Chennai
Kirkspire, September 2009.
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