Isaiah
1:18
"Come now, and let us reason together,"
says the Lord, "Though your sins are
like scarlet, they shall be white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
they shall be as wool."
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Oh! He
says "Come!"
He calls, "Come to me!"
He gives sweet rest,
He sets me free!
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"Come", it's an invitation.
"Come" it's a blessing of love.
His voice tenderly calling.
Gentle as the call of a dove.
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"Come". Come every soul!
Let sin no longer weigh you down.
He will make you white as snow.
He wears an eternal Crown.
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"Come". Can you hear Him?
"Come" He sweetly calls.
Oh! Will you not answer?
His invitation is free to all?
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Thank You, Oh Jesus!
Giver of all I see.
When You ask me to share Your love
May I say with joy, "Send me!"
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Jane Ellen Slone ©
January 25, 2010
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