be at rest, oh my soul

Dried leaves, twigs and acorns crunch under my feet;

the music only ends when I reach my special place.

Be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest.

Water roars downstream, pushing its way past rocks and stumps;

a log is my seat and nature’s white noise fills my eardrums.

Be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest.

Cold winds blow against my face and into my hungry lungs;

my nostrils are filled with the aroma of the woods.

Be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest.

Squirrels and birds scurry all around me, friends one and all;

I have a front row seat to their chirping, hopping and playing.

Be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest.

Dried leaves, twigs and acorns crunch under my feet yet again;

the music only ends when I sadly, ever so sadly, step onto asphalt.

Be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest.

Quiet, so quiet, now back in the car;

my heavenly Father holds me close and rocks me to sleep.

Be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest.