Sunday, 12 April 2015

BID ME COME TO THEE



Pour me a glass of no-emotions
Wish no-feelings upon me
Lead me to a land of plain thoughts
Free me from the chain of worries
Conceal my pain
No…rid me of all sorrow
Wipe my tears away
Whisper sweet words
Words of truth and pregnant promises
Sweep my path
I wish to walk on clean paths
Immerse me in your ocean of purity
Cast away all my cares
I hunger for freedom
I know that you are the giver of rest
You are the giver of peace
You are He that gives peace to troubled waters
Bid me come to thee
And I will yield
Willingly
I will run into your open arms
And forever hide in your love

By Sylvia Chika
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