He came to bring the Mourners Joy

There remaineth therefore rest to the People of God.

Our Rest is yet to come. So rise up weary Heart, and shine. Here is only Darkness and our Chains drag us down. We look to the Lamb on His Throne who will feed us with Joy. We cast our Burdens down and hurry to Him. Soon our battles will be over and the rough and rocky Road will end. We will enter into his eternal Rest.

So come, weary Souls who are burdened down with your heavy Hearts. Leave your dark Caves of sorrow, there is no need to sigh and be oppressed. You have carried your Burden far enough. Let the Saviour say to you: I will be your resting Place. You are my People and I will protect you, even though Hell’s lightning flashes upon you. Be of good cheer and enter into my Rest.

There we will rest and be at Peace and live without worries for ever. Listen to this Word, all you who are weary, lay yourselves in the Bosom of the Saviour. Fly with Wings, we must hurry and not linger. A happy Host is waiting for us there. Fly, fly my Spirit and rejoice! Claim your white Robe, the year of our Rest is coming! Amen.