Green pastures – Sabbatical

cornwall pasturesHe maketh me lie down in green pastures
He takes me kicking and screaming
He drags me bound hand and foot
He leads me shackled and gagged
He blocks every other path and bars every other door
Until I come to a place of rest
Until I lay down my tools
My instruments
My weapons
My self
And hand myself over to him for His restoration
He restores my soul…


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