A PLACE OF REST

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There is a place
Most talked about
By everyone everywhere
That place that you are
Can be your peace of mind
But where you are is a choice
But I have come into my place of rest
And that place of rest is in Christ
Here I know that there is no past
Everything old is now new
Welcome into your place of rest
Here I know I am not the redeemed
But I am a new creature
The product of redemption
For I am the result of his death
For my faults he has to die
For my justification he rose
But by faith I am called righteous
So I am at peace with my God
In this place of rest in Jesus Christ.

BY ISOKEN ADISA – ISIKALU.   

                          

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