Sunday, September 3, 2017
It Is Jesus - A Poem by Annie Johnson Flint
Matthew 11:28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
There is a Voice through Earth's wild clamor calling,
To all the heavy laden and oppressed,
Sweet as the cooling dew at even falling;
"Come unto Me and rest."
It is the voice of Jesus still entreating,
To all the comfortless and all the sad;
Day after day His tender call repeating,
"Come unto Me and I will make you glad."