a poem, maybe a hymn

Come oh weary soul to Jesus
who has bid your heart renew.
Cast your sins upon the tree
where the Savior bled for you.

See the glory of the Father
shining true in sacrifice.
Join in worship pure in heart
For He has bought you at this price.



Come oh weary soul to Jesus
tired and worn amidst your strife.
Throw your rags of work aside
Give to him your very life.

For into a heart of flesh
He has meld the hardest stone.
Jesus' yoke upon your back
will but ease your heavy load.



Here see pain produce its strength
Here for fruitful ends tears fall.
As you journey without home
Find His Word appease home's call.

For the joy was set before him
to endure His piercing cross
May we just to taste his friendship
count it joy to suffer loss.



Oh what joy to be a family
Taken out of life alone
All as one in Christ we liveth
Oh what joy to be His own.

In His death, we have been buried,
In His resurrection, raised
So for now, and lasting ever
From our lives shall come forth praise.