Into His Rest I Lay

Burdened by a nature of the fallen state of our world

I seek to get a grip of something out of this world, something no man has yet to
comprehend,
I cant find a place at which my head can return to solace, discomfort is second
nature,
Even at the with an oncoming rush of peace, my mind has been taught to fear
There at the center of it all, is a love that thrives in the dread for an infinite being.
There by the sides, I see a cloud of anguish set upon my sorry state of sorrow.

The answers to all that my senses can behold lies in understanding from within,
I fear that my heart will be drowned to a state of death knowing that life has
departed
Allowing myself to think just for a spilt second I grasp to an idea from beyond my
reasoning
I see an illustration of beauty beyond what my memory could