Come With Me...

                                 

                                 "Come with Me,"
                                 His voice beckoned from the swept shore's edge,
                                 " I will lead you away from the storms,
                                 and warm your chilled heart with My light."

                                 "Come with Me,"
                                 were His words at the steep, jagged ledge,
                                 where I lay bleeding, broken and torn.
                                 " I'll carry you out of the night."


                                 "Come with Me,"
                                 came His call from above the dark hole,
                                 where I'd stumbled and wept in despair,
                                 "Take my hand and know my embrace."

                                 "Come with Me,"
                                 He pronounced from a green, sunkissed knoll;
                                 radiant, resplendent, tended with care..
                                 "Match every step with My pace."


                                 "Come with Me,"
                                 He beckoned as He held forth His hand,
                                 " I will share with you secrets untold,
                                 and fill you with consummate peace."

                                 "Come with Me,"
                                 He bid, "draw near and at My side stand...
                                 in my arms your lost soul I'll enfold,
                                 My promise to you its release."


                                 "Come with Me...
                                 walk beside me in my Father's ways...
                                 He touches and calms fainting hearts
                                 of each man who harkens and hears."

                                 "Come with me"...
                                 may those words resonate through my days ~
                                 each morn's promised dawn a new start...
                                 My Savior e'er watchful and near.




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