These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Rest in the One, Who's in Charge

So blest are they, who live with Thee.
They'll still be praising You.
The man is blest, whose strength we see
in He, Whose ways shine through.

Who passing through the tearful vale
will quench the desperate thirst.
In gentle rain or flooding gale
it fills the pool at first.

They go anon from strength so strong.
They're blest to rest in Him.
Each one of them in Zion's song
appears 'fore God to win.

Let this one mind reside in you,
which lived in Christ, the Lord.
He is the form of God all through,
obeying Father's Word.

He made Himself the least of all.
A servant He became,
that like unto all men, His call
transforms to He the same.

His fashion as a man, His Choice.
He humbled Self down low.
Obedient to death rejoiced,
upon the cross to go.

And serving God obediently,
His Father lifted High
This Lone Loved Son, most full and free,
The Name we worship by.

That at the Name of Jesus, blest
all knees should lowly bow,
of Heaven's high and full behest,
of Earth and all below.

That ev'ry tongue should say, confess,
"This Jesus Christ is Lord!"
We'll glorify the Father Blest,
obeying e'er The Word.

And why should we yet praise the Lord?
Because He rose up from the grave,
fulfilling all His Holy Word
as He Alone, Who all could save.

This poem is based upon the words
of Psalm 84:4-7 and Philippians 2:5-11,
both in the King James Version of the Bible.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 13th, 2021