A Stone for a Pillow

Every place I rest my head has been the wrong place.

Every place I take my rest can’t satisfy.

I hear there is no rest for the wicked

But nobody ever told me why…

A stone for a pillow, no sleeping tonight

No rest in the garden of earthly delights

No rest for the wicked and no column of light

No dreams being dreamed in the still of this night.

To trust in a God that seems no where around

When darkness assils us He’s not to be found

Because we are looking for Him at our whim

Not being and moving and living In Him.

Anthony Foster

2001