These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Sigh of Relief

Longing for Home, the Place I've not been,
but it's not the sad wish to die.
I long for Christ's Glory, the Hope He did win,
and the porch where my heart can just sigh.

Down here we must live such hobbit-hole days,
since walking out there is not safe.
Just when we think harm, and the angry displays
are gone, there's the scream of a wraith.

Looking up to the sky, longing for Him to come,
there to cling to His sides, 'neath His robes
evermore to sing praise for His long-empty tomb,
finding Joy like the last days of Job.

O, Dear Heart, find your peace in the Savior, Whose pain
has bought rest for your long earthly sigh.
Defeated He seemed, to buy us such gain.
His Merits can't the Accuser deny.

The sigh of relief, for that I now long.
I stay in this flesh for support
to help other souls to hear His great Song,
and to do godly things of import.

Is great sighing still bound in your stiff-chested clinch?
Do you long to release and just rest?
Doth anxiety weigh on your soul past each cinch?
Are you longing to be fully blest?

There's relief in the sight of God's Own Dearest Son.
Look to Him, and all sighing is freed
for His death clothes were folded. The Day He has won.
His Salvation will meet every need.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 15th, 2025