Come to My Son

The sun is slowing rising as it melts the morning dew

And reaches thru the window to my eyes.

I cast cobwebs from my shelter in an effort to arise

And the dreams of love beside start to die.

Quickly smothering my sorrows,

Trying to face another day,

Still struggling with memories of before.

Then His voice calls out so gently

In a jubilant accord,

As a father to the child He adores;

“Come to my Son!

Lay your burdens at His feet.

Come to my Son!

Let Him make your heart complete.”

And you’ll feel His Holy Spirit come upon you as dove

And He’s inside of you (inside of you)

Filling you with love. Love.

In the years before I knew him I was bound and gagged by fear.

Sold in common slavery to my pride.

On a ship without an anchor and a madman at the wheel,

Until Jesus Christ the savior changed the tide.

“Come to my Son!

Lay your burdens at His feet.

Come to my Son!

Let Him make your heart complete”

And you’ll feel His Holy Spirit come upon you as dove

And He’s inside of you (inside of you)

Filling you with love. Love.

For God so love the world,

That He gave His only Son.

That who so ever believes in Him,

Will not die, but have eternal life.

Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on

Come to my Son.

Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on

Come to my Son. (He’s calling...)

Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on

Come to my Son!