“God rest you merry,
and in these pressured days
I, too, would seek to be so blessed
by Him, who still conveys
His merriment, along with rest.
So I would beg, on tired knees,
“God rest me merry,
this Christmas, please …”
Taken by permission and adapted from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet,” by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1992 The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.