His Rest - Wovenhand

To enter his rest

To enter his rest

Close to his chest

And after his own heart

Shepherds enter at measure 33, 33

One foot on land

And one upon the sea

She holds them close

Careful to enter his rest

Threshing out what she had gleaned

Of my kinsman redeemer

She did dream

To enter his rest

To enter his rest

She whispers as an aspen tree

In her windy, windy way

Bringing fruit and flowers to me

Placed in vessels of clay

She holds them close

Grateful to enter his rest

Threshing out what she had gleaned

Of my kinsman redeemer

She did dream

To enter his rest

To enter his rest