Considering Lily
Come Rest
A little too much
Today was a little too much for me
A few falls too many and one win too few
A little too long
Today was a little too long for me
But someone is calling
Calling my name, calling:
"Come, come and rest
All who are weary, rest
Come, come and rest
All who are heavy, rest
Rest"
Sometimes I try
Sometimes I try just a little too hard
Fighting the current and losing the fight
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm swimming alone
But someone is holding
Holding me up, calling:
Calling me softly and sweetly
Calling me like I'm a child
Calling me though I'm not worthy
Calling me even now
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