In the quiet whispers of the twilight dim, “Come to me,” a gentle call, not just a whim. All you weary, with burdens so grim, In my embrace, find rest within.
Take up my yoke, let’s walk side by side, Learn from me, in my steps abide. For I am gentle, humble in my stride, In my heart, your soul can confide.
For this yoke is easy, this burden light, No heavy chains, no endless fight. Find peace with me through the darkest night, In my love, find your soul’s delight.
Mat 11:28 "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Mat 11:29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Mat 11:30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
