Ref 10

CALL UNTO ME

Softly, softly His tender hands’ caress,

His loving arms’ enfold

Embracing His child.

The Father turns,

He hears the faintest cry,

He sees the unseen tears,

The broken heart,

The rent spirit.

His Word comes, gently whispering,

‘My peace I give unto you,

My peace I pour upon you.

In the midst of the storm I have prepared a table;

In the presence of you enemies,

Now call unto Me all you that are heavy laden

And I will give you

REST’

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