IF THOU WILL COME
Thou fished all night to ease thy troubled mind,
Yet have returned with empty nets and soul.
Don’t keep the search for what thou cannot find,
For only I can make thy heart feel whole.
I’m standing here, awaiting on the shore,
For thee to come and lay thy burden low;
I’ll give thee rest, and calm, and what is more,
Thy nets with fish and grace I’ll overflow.
Thy morning meal I’ve set on coals to broil,
And have invited thee to dine with me.
I’ll always feed thee, not with bread of toil;
The Bread of Angels daily I give thee.
If thou will come onto this beach of peace,
I’ll make thee whole, and all thy pains shall cease.
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BAYLEY BULLETIN, JUN-AUG 2016
