PC 42 ”Come, Lord Jesus”

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."