My Poetry

October 4, 2011

Come To Me

Come to Me, My weary one,
And I shall give you rest.
I love  you so, my precious son,
For you I want the best.

O my child, it saddens Me
To see you hide away.
I love you so, despite your deeds,
The cross for you I payed.

Do not let your shame consume
Nor let the devil win.
I ache to cleanse you, sin remove,
To purify within.

Come to Me, My little one,
In Me you are complete.
To My arms I beg you come,
Be safe from all deceit.

Beloved child, I am yours.
Protector and great Friend.
On you always My mercy pours.
I'll guide you till the end.

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