YE HEAVY LADEN

When shadows fall,
And darkness deepens,
When faith is small and all
     seems lost,
When the light in your eyes
    grows dim,
And you can't find a moment's peace within.

In your despair,
Longing for answers,
Wearied and worn,
Forlorn in your grief,
When relief from your suff'ring
    seems denied,
And you can't quell your
    questioning why?
Will these sorrows ever cease?
These burdens ever ease?

Oh, hear the words of Christ;
He lives to calm our cries:
Come unto Me, all ye that labour,
Ye heavy laden,
And I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you,
Learn of Me,
For I am lowly of heart and meek.
Come unto me, all ye that labour.
My yoke is easy;
My burden is light.
Take my yoke;
Find rest unto your souls.
Ye heavy laden, come unto Me.

In Christ's despair,
Facing Gethsemane,
Wearied and worn,
Forlorn in His grief,
Though relief from His pain was
    in His hands,
He pled our cause unto God as
    Lowly Lamb:
Must their sorrows never cease?
Their burdens never ease?
Then let sin's price be placed
     on Me
That their souls might be free.

Come unto Me, all ye that labour,
Ye heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you, learn of Me,
For I am lowly of heart, and meek.
Come unto Me,
All ye that labour.
My yoke is easy;
My burden is light.
Take my yoke;
Find rest unto your souls.
Ye heavy laden, come unto Me.

Words and Music
by Diane Tuiofu