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Song Lyrics
Come to me you who are weary, come to me you who are sad
Let the words that I speak, be a lamp to your feet
Blessed are you who have not seen, and yet believe!
The wilderness is all around me, I cannot find my way
My feet they pass through rocky ground
My foes wish to defeat me, and the darkness is all around, I know in my longings, you are there
Like a freightened child, who holds a father's hand
Like the rivers that all run out to see
In every blade of grass, in the lifting of our hearts
We find new life, new hope in you!
© 1987 Bob Rowe
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