SING ALONG WITH THESE WORDS:
When I am worn with grief and care, And burdens press beyond my strength,
I come to Thee with troubled prayer, My restless thoughts at length.
I ask for wisdom, ask for grace, For strength to meet the day;
Yet Thou art waiting face to face, And gently sayest, "Stay."
Come, Lord Jesus, I draw near. Come, Lord Jesus, calm my fear.
Come, Lord Jesus, let me rest. Come, Lord Jesus, here I rest.
In morning’s hush before the noise, Before the world begins to call,
I see Thee seated, still and poised, With open arms for all.
No harsh rebuke, no stern demand, No record of my haste—
Only mercy, outstretched hand, And love I have misplaced.
Come, Lord Jesus, I draw near. Come, Lord Jesus, Thou art here.
Come, Lord Jesus, let me rest. Come, Lord Jesus, here I rest.
No many words need now be said, For Thou dost know my mind;
Each anxious thought within my head, Each sorrow left behind.
So when the day calls me away, And labors fill my sight,
I rise with peace that does not sway, For Thou hast been my light.
Come, Lord Jesus, I draw near. Come, Lord Jesus, ever near.
Come, Lord Jesus, let me rest. Come, Lord Jesus, here I rest.
Ending prayer
I am feeling convicted. I have been so preoccupied with the busyness of my life. I have been forgetful even ignoring, an inner invitation from Jesus. I lean into my imagining and hear a gentle welcoming voice:
"Come. Come; I am waiting. Come dear one, I am here. My door is always open.
My arms will hug you close. I have been expecting you. I have been missing you.
Come, You will find peace here with me."