Rest Is a Heart Set Deep In God

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you; I do not give it to you as the world does. Do not let your hearts be distressed or lacking in courage. (John14:27)

 

Two painters each painted a picture to illustrate his conception of rest. The first chose for his scene a still, lone lake among the far-off mountains.

 

The second threw on his canvas a thundering waterfall, with a fragile birch tree bending over the foam; and at the fork of the branch, almost wet with the cataract’s spray, sat a robin on its nest.

 

The first was only stagnation; the last was rest.

 

Christ’s life outwardly was one of the most troubled lives that ever lived: tempest and tumult, tumult and tempest, the waves breaking over it all the time until the worn body was laid in the grave. But the inner life was a sea of glass. The great calm was always there.

 

At any moment you might have gone to Him and found rest. And even when the human bloodhounds were dogging Him in the streets of Jerusalem, He turned to His disciples and offered them, as a last legacy, “My peace.”

 

Rest is not a hallowed feeling that comes over us in church; it is the repose of a heart set deep in God.
—Drummond

 

My peace I give in times of deepest grief, 

Imparting calm and trust and My relief.

 

My peace I give when prayer seems lost, unheard; 

Know that My promises are ever in My Word.

 

My peace I give when thou art left alone—

The nightingale at night has sweetest tone.

 

My peace I give in time of utter loss, 

The way of glory leads right to the cross.

 

My peace I give when enemies will blame, 

Thy fellowship is sweet through cruel shame.

 

My peace I give in agony and sweat, 

For mine own brow with bloody drops was wet.

 

My peace I give when nearest friend betrays

Peace that is merged in love, and for them prays.

 

My peace I give when there’s but death for thee

The gateway is the cross to get to Me.

~L. B. Cowman~