This Rest Will Be My Work

This weariness takes me back to other daysWhen I pressed into the loadDeeper, longer, than was necessaryAnd deprived myself of rest, of peace,Because I believed that it was righteous.And now I pay the price of such ignorance.I have decided that I will no longer do that.I will choose to rest myself into a heaven on earth,And trust that an unseen heart cares For this frail body and beats In time with this faint heartAnd waits with unseen handsTo deliver me from the buzzards That circle over my head And hope for my demise.My life is forfeit.My future liesIn rest, in Him.And if this life, this rest,Is of use to anyone, I will let it be The work with which I seal my life,And the stone which He will place upon my grave.