Rest
come to my shore
when you are weary of swimming
through tyrannical waves
and you seek rest,
come to my shelter
when you are tired of walking
on those calloused feet
and you seek rest,
come to my arms
when you are sick and dying,
of this illness of sin,
and you seek rest,
come to my feet,
when you want be free
of worldly burdens
and I will give you rest.
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