come to Me, you the weary
come to Me, you the low
come to Me with all your burdens
though your steps toward Me be slow
come to Me with all the pain
and all the sorrow and the fear
come to Me with all the anger
and that rage you hold so near
come to Me with all the things
iced over in your cold, hard heart
come and bring Me your worst secrets
those you’ve locked up in the dark
when I say My yoke is easy
the truth cries out midst all the lies
but a truth that isn’t proved
can never make a dead man rise
when I say My burden’s light
that hardened fist you must unclench
so will you give Me all your ugly
or sit still broken on your bench?
come to Me and I will warm you
come to Me and be found
in all the flood and flames and battle
I will be your solid ground
This one resonated with me. I really like it Jodi.