My Restless Soul

My restless soul went a -searching,
For the source of rest.
It roamed the north, and strolled the south,
And went both east and west.

It favor found, and beauty held,
Upon it's seeking chest;
But neither charm, nor beauty's breast,
Could give it peace and rest.

It dipped its hand in money's store,
And put the world to test;
It reaped in pleasures by the score,
Bu t not an ounce of rest.

It turned its gaze to pow’r and fame,
And by them both was blessed:
But though they gave my soul a name,
They could not give it rest.

Then the Son of God came by,
And ripped out all the rest;
And when He found that it would die,
He raised it up in rest!

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