O Weary Soul Poem by Bishop William Gerald

O weary soul that longs for rest,
Where does thy treasure lie?
Is it in this old world of darkest woes,
Or is it yonder in the sky? O weary soul that longs for rest,
The lord,e ven Jesus, stretches forth
His hand to you,
Willing to help, forgive, and comfort,
And make your life anew! O weary soul that longs for rest,
He’s knocking right now at your heart’s door,
YOU have the key, the latch, the handle,
Open now! He may knock no more! O weary sould that longs for rest,
Haste to The Master, right now,
Before that great and dreadful day,
When every tongue confess,
And every knee shall bow!