His Rest

To enter his rest
To enter his rest

Close to his chest
An after his own heart
Shepherds enter at measure 33
One foot on land
And one upon the sea

She holds them close
Careful to enter his rest
Threshing out what she had gleaned
Of my kinsman redeemer
She did dream

To enter his rest
To enter his rest

She whispers as an aspen tree
In her windy, windy way
Bringing fruit and flowers to me
Placed in vessels of clay

She holds them close
Grateful to enter his rest
Threshing out what she had gleaned
Of my kinsman redeemer
She did dream

To enter his rest
To enter his rest