Quiet rest

I am tired and exhausted, and needing some quiet rest
The events are so overwhelming and yet I do my best
Sometimes I am wishing  I could find some hidden place
Where the conflict and the troubles won't invade my space

I am simply not interested in the noise of our day
A quiet moonlit evening does more than words can say
I don't need a mansion or  a mountain of things
Happiness comes to me each time the  sparrow sings

Sometimes  I think we're programmed by the Lord Divine
To find our greatest peace in His Eternal shine
So that when we're  reaching out for something that is less
We find that we're  unsatisfied and far from Happiness.