Martha

By Mike Bullock


Martha, you’re alarming Me
You’re just a blur of light
So busy doing things for Me
You cannot see your plight
While you’re dashing round the place
Intent on doing all
You haven’t time to hear My voice
When you, I softly call

You need to stop and rest in Me
And I will show you why
You’ve nowt to prove to anyone
You’re precious in My eyes
Relax, inhale, be peaceful now
For I have work for you
But in My strength, and not your own
I’ll take the weight off you.