Jesus is waiting for us to grow weary with the world and thirsty for Him. Our lives are like a carousel, constantly moving, round and round, up and down...tiring us with empty promises.
The arms of Jesus are the one place where all our longings are finally fulfilled. And He waits....
Carousel
In this time of morning light
With pure celestial taking flight
A canopy of garlands fair
Surround Your brow,
Your locks, Your hair
refrain
And on this holy carousel
You smile at me, Your eyes they tell
The story of my wandering heart
No rest I’ll find alone, apart, from You
Now in this time of solitude
The singing of Your soul renewed
That one as unattached as me
Would spend this time, alone with Thee
O’ for the day is longer spend
In countless tasks and useless care
Till sheer frustration brings me here
I close my eyes, I find You here
And on this holy carousel
You smile at me, Your eyes they tell
The story of my wandering heart
No rest I’ll find alone, apart, from You
by Ezekiel du Bois