BID ME COME TO THEE

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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Twitter:@sylviaoz

© SylviaChika 2015

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