Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Come to Me


I was tired. I was weak. Sin was breaking me.
Desperate, without hope, and at the end of my rope.
Then I heard a voice, calling out.
It was the voice of Jesus, Son of God, the Lamb.
He said,...


Come to me,
all you weary and heavy-burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke and learn of me,
for I am meek and lowly in heart,
and you shall find rest for your soul.


Are you tired? Are you weak? Is sin breaking you?
Desperate, without hope, and at the end of your rope?
Listen and hear the voice, calling out.
It is the voice of Jesus, Son of God, the Lamb.
He's saying,...


Come to me,
all you weary and heavy-burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke and learn of me,
for I am meek and lowly in heart,
and you shall find rest for your soul.

Written by David Hicks

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry