Ezekiel 3:22

I laid it down in silence,
This work of mine,
And took what had been sent me -
A resting time.
The Master's voice had called me
To rest apart;
"Apart with Jesus only,"
Echoed my heart.

I took the rest and stillness
From His own hand,
And felt this present illness
Was what He planned.
How often we choose labour,
When He says "Rest" -
Our ways are blind and crooked;
His way is best.

Work He Himself has given,
He will complete.
There may be other errands
For tired feet,
There may be other duties
For tired hands,
The present, is obedience
To His commands.

There is a blessed resting
In lying still,
In letting His hand mold us,
Just as He will.
His work must be completed.
His lessons set;
He is the Master Workman;
Do not forget!

It is not only "working"
We must be trained;
And Jesus "learned" obedience
Through suffering gained.
For us, His yoke is easy
His burden light.
His discipline most needful,
And all is right.

We are to be His servants;
We never choose
If this tool or if that one
Our hands will use.
In working or in waiting
May we fulfill
Not ours at all, but only
The Master's will!

God provides resting places as well as working places. So rest and be thankful when He brings you, tired and weary, to streams along the way. Taken from Streams In The Desert