Come child – come to Me –
come to the quiet.
Take my hand and walk awhile,
Give me your hurt, your pain,
and even your smile.

Let me penetrate the confusion
of your heart.
Come child – come to Me,
and I will refresh you with a new start.


Come child – come to Me.
Give me your loneliness,
and leave your darkness behind.
Embrace my total love, and you will find,
the peace your were searching for.
Come child to me,
and I will give you so much more.

Come to the quiet and rest,
Come at my abiding request.
Feel the comfort of my hands,
the warmth of gentleness,
will forever stand.

Come away from the world,
and spend some time with me.
I will ease your burden,
and heighten your joy.

Come child – come to Me,
and I will give you peace,
and tenderly, so much more –
for I am all you need.

Come child – come to Me.
Come to the quiet!

© Deacon Steve A. Politte
Nov. 25,2005