Sit still, My child; no need for haste;
Still, at My feet, shall be thy place.
Thy strength lies in that quietness;
My daughter, return to thy rest.
Through rest, not toil, the victory’s won;
Only through Me, thy work is done.
Come, weary one, and know thy best:
To lean thy head on Abba’s breast.
~crm, 2000 or so