The Gift of Rest

On the sixth day, manna lay, twice the portion, stored away. God’s command, so clear, so true, gather enough, He provides for you.

The seventh dawn, no bread was found, silence rested on the ground. A holy pause, a sacred space, to trust His hand, His gift of grace.

Work six days, then cease and see, the Lord sustains both you and me. In Sabbath calm, our souls are blessed, provision given, hearts at rest.