Sabbath, sabbath, sabbath,
An entire sermon preaching to me about a day I’ve been
with questions over.
Sabbath, sabbath, sabbath.
There is a sabbath I haven’t been keeping
But it’s a Man,
not a day,
a man who spent the sabbath in the grave,
so I could spend eternity in Him,
who came into my
so I could have His
He is my Sabbath rest,
and He is the Sabbath I haven’t been keeping.
has not been kept holy.
has not been restful
because I have not been staying with the one who makes it so.
Give me Him,
and I will set aside a day if I believe it from Him,
Take Him away,
and even if I keep a day,
I will still be working on it.
Why oh why am I not keeping my Sabbath,
my beloved Sabbath?
Why oh why am I not resting in my rest,
my desperately-needed rest?
I do not know,
and I beg that He will change me.