Come To Me And Rest

Venite ad me. Venite ad me. Omnes qui laboratis. Come to me, you weary souls, you who carry hidden pain. Come to me beneath the cross, and I will give you rest. Venite ad me, all who labor. Venite ad me, and find your rest. My heart is gentle, my yoke is mercy, come to me, and rest in me. Lay down the weight you could not bear, lay down the fear that stole your peace. The Shepherd calls you by your name, and gathers you close to his heart. Venite ad me, all who labor. Venite ad me, and find your rest. My heart is gentle, my yoke is mercy, come to me, and rest in me. Learn from me, for I am meek. Learn from me, for I am lowly. Your soul shall breathe again, your soul shall live in peace. Not with thunder, not with fire, but with a voice of mercy near. The Lord who sees your wounded heart will carry what you cannot bear. Venite ad me, all who labor. Venite ad me, and find your rest. My heart is gentle, my yoke is mercy, come to me, and rest in me.