Spiritual

My soul finds rest, 
not in an open field, 
with sweet daisys spotting in the tall undisturbed grass. 
Nor by a cool trickeling stream, 
where the ground is soft. 
My soul finds rest, 
not where the birds are chirping, 
forthestorm has ended. 
Nor because the threat of danger past by, 
with out a second glance. 
My soul finds rest, 
in the midst of a fierce battle, 
the enemy surounded on every side. 
Where i am lost in the wilderness, 
withthesoundofwolves behind every tree. 
My soul finds rest, 
at a table set for me, 
by the One who created all. 
Not where trials are over, 
but where he prepares me to get up and fight. 
My soul finds rest, 
Where ever God is, 
He is everywhere.