Does each new day seem harder than the last one? Are you weary in well-doing? And if you pray, do the words sounds like a rerun - a cliche? And the constant ache is wearing out your faith
Come to me, you tired and heavy-laden Come to me with all your weariness Here with me is where you'll find your haven And I will give you rest Yes, I will give you rest
Are you afraid that you've gone too far to come back? Wondering who could love you now You never dreamed you'd fall this far to doubt that You could let it go and live again
Well, I can show you how All you weary, all you broken Come to me, my arms are open Come to me, and I Yes, I will give you rest
