THE SEVENTH DAY

 "The Seventh Breath"

From the Voice of God

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In the hush before the world was stirred,
I shaped the dark with living word.
Six days I sang through formless deep,
Then called the light—and sowed the sleep.

The mountains rose at My decree,
The oceans knelt, then roared for Me.
The stars I flung with joy and art,
Each heartbeat born within My heart.

Yet on the seventh, I withdrew—
Not out of need, but to imbue
This day with rest, a holy flame,
A space where silence speaks My name.

Not idly spent, nor void of thought,
But full with all the peace I wrought.
Creation paused, and so did I,
To teach the world to lift its eye.

O man, O daughter made from dust,
This day I give, in love, not just
To stop the work your hands might do,
But so your soul might dwell with true.

No temple grand, no fire or stone
Could match the stillness of My throne
When Sabbath breathes upon the land—
A whispered touch, My unseen hand.

Come walk with Me, no burden bear.
Lay down your plows, your fear, your care.
I rest not weary, but complete—
And bid you sit at Mercy’s feet.

This gift, this time, this sacred way,
I hallowed it—the Sabbath Day.
Not for My sake, but yours, My friend,
A love that works, and then must end.

And in that ending—there, you see,
Is where your soul comes home to Me.

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– The Lord of Rest