Posted by: Phoebe | December 21, 2009

Peace by Henry Vaughan


My soul, there is a country

Far beyond the stars,

Where stands a winged sentry

All skillful in the wars.

There, above noise and danger,

Sweet peace sits crown’d with smiles,

And one born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious friend

And (O my soul, awake!)

Did in pure love descend

To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,

There grows the flower of peace,

The rose that cannot wither,

Thy fortress, and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges;

For none can thee secure

But one, who never changes,

Thy God, thy life, thy cure.

— Henry Vaughan, 1622-1695

I love the imagery of peace and rest as evoked by the words ease, peace, security. Jesus asks me to leave my ranging search for fulfillment in foolish pursuits. He calls “Come all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in spirit and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matt. 11:28-29) Rest in Jesus this Christmas-time!


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