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the end
© 2008,
Ryan Dale
This rope looks familiar
I've been at the end of it before
and here I am again
Is this the same thread
I've been hangin' by all this time
out of mind
Can I rearrange my feelings
and store them away for later
for when I'm not so weak?
I look around for missing pieces
that make the picture make sense
then I find your words
Come to Me ... come to Me
All who are burdened ... come to Me
Come to Me ... come to Me
All who are thirsty ... come to Me
Tapestry ravel
All of this skillful work undone
Where do I begin?
People that I love
coming apart at the seams
right before my eyes
My heart is sick of hoping
The strength I have is failing
This is where we fell
I am powerless to change this
All I can do is hold them
until the morning comes
Come to Me ... come to Me
You who are weary ... come to Me
Come to Me ... come to Me
Living water I give you ... come to Me
Matthew 11:28-30
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