Poem

The First Resort

Michael Beck Michael Beck

Say not, “I need the sunshine!”
Confess, “I need the Son!”
While others seek vacation
To Him be sure to run
The world He made is awesome
The light indeed is sweet
But nothing will refresh you
Like living at His feet
Though cold and dark surround you
And days drag on with pain
Find refuge in His presence
And there in hope remain
He will not leave for better
He loves to be with you
Draw ever closer to Him
And He’ll get closer too
Then just when you are basking
In Light the world knows not
He’ll send some blessed token
To show you’re not forgot


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.