Come to Me.

A song God gave me.  The chorus came while packing for two years.  The verses on the plane to Chicago.

"Come to Me"

Don't carry this burden
It's not yours to hold.
Come to Me, weary and burdened,
For light and easy is My yoke.

'Cause I am near to you
This is My plan
Yes I am near to you
I am holding your hand.
I will never leave your side
I choose you, child
You are mine.

So, don't carry this burden
It's not yours to hold.
Come to Me, weary and burdened,
For light and easy is My yoke.

'Cause with Me all things
Do them you can
Against you with Me
Nothing can stand.
I'm your victory in this fight
I am close by
I'm your guide.

So, don't carry this burden
It's not yours to hold.
Come to Me, weary and burdened,
For light and easy is My yoke.

'Cause I can handle it
I'm stronger than man
And I can carry it
While you dance.
In the darkness I'm your light
Lift up your eyes
Here am I.

So, my child...

Don't carry this burden
It's not yours to hold.
Come to Me, weary and burdened,
For light and easy is My yoke.

~Matthew 11:28-30~