It’s a familiar call, Jesus

a whisper almost unheard

but persistent and unfailing

“Come,” it says.

“Come to me, and I will give you rest.”


We long for what you offer, Jesus;

we yearn for the still calm of wholeness

And yet we fear…

What if we are disappointed?

What if we never find what we so desperately desire?

But the call remains – “Come to me…”


And so, in relief that our doubts do not silence your invitation;

in faith that all who answer are filled

– even though your gift may surprise us

may be other than we expected;

in honest admission of our reticence and uncertainty

We come.