Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.
Jesus, I am resting, resting. Wow. It’s reflected in Psalm 63:8 where the Psalmist says, “My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.” No wonder we rest in Him, right? That’s pretty amazing when you think of all the other things God does with His hands besides give you rest. With those hands He has carved out rivers, puckered up mountain ranges, ladled out seas, dug the channels for streams and springs… all kinds of things, not to mention those same hands spread wide on the cross at Calvary. And just to think… all that, it says in chapter 63… God upholds you and me with His right hand. And I think the awesome wonder of that idea is best reflected in this beautiful old poem that goes…
“The Hands that shaped the flaming spheres
and set them spinning, vast light years away from Planet Earth,
have laid aside the Robes of State,
donned human likeness by the great indignity of birth.
The Hands, responsive to Love’s Plan,
that formed the God-reflector, Man, of dust and destiny,
outstretched—by Man’s fierce hate impaled—
wrought life anew; Love’s Plan unveiled upon Golgotha’s Tree.
The Hands that found it nothing strange
to pucker up a mountain range or ladle out a sea,
hands that balance Nature’s systems still, and shape all History to His will,
hold, and are molding, me!”
Friend, right now, this instant, you are being upheld by the right hand of God. That’s reason enough to pause today to thank Him and praise Him… for He not only is shaping history to His will… He’s shaping and holding you with His hands. So, rest in that today.
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