Toward The Sabbath

Rest in me you mortal soul
I am the gift YAHWEH gave to time
For you to know the end of the story
From eternity to eternity’s prime
Brought just for you to move toward my direction

I cycle through the number of days
Even if no name was ever given
I am the 7th and will always be
To indicate that HE Is also in me
And you were the gift made for HIS pleasure

To care free, to family, to be at one with Us
And commune in the SON shine
For glorified honor and HIS majesty
To tell that HE is good, and patient, and kind
And HIS love and HIS mercy continue forever

I embody the cool of day in every way
And anchor the anxious and uneasy disposition  
Every thought, ego, and imagination lay at my bosom
And melt at the pulse of my sprightly breath
Where my wind carries the racing heart at peace’s porch

I was made for you to enjoy in HIM
Certainly not the other way around
The place where you can take relief
From 6 days of toil and exertion
And gather into the stillness of The Spirit

Just remember to keep me Holy
As I am YAHWEH’S gift in three parts
Of man newly created, and he who has fallen to sin
And to him reborn of the SON’S Salvation 
I bring joy when delighted in 

For I bear reverence to The Feasts of feasting
To YAHWEH’S Holy and Appointed days of worship
Passing over Unleavened Bread to that of First Fruits
Firing through Pentecost to the Blowing of Trumpets
And Atonement, Tabernacling The Eighth Day

Purposefully, I am calm at my core
Quietly welcoming all who would recognize
That in me there is true tranquility; Peace
That passes all understanding 
And comfort that soothes your soul

I am the fountain and filler of youth
Renewer of YAHWEH’S WORD that gives Life
For which every life source rely upon
And if you keep me as YAHWEH intends
Then you will know the Joy of rest for tomorrow