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."

Oh! He says "Come!"
He calls, "Come to me!"
He gives sweet rest,
He sets me free!

"Come", it's an invitation.
"Come" it's a blessing of love.
His voice tenderly calling.
Gentle as the call of a dove.

"Come". Come every soul!
Let sin no longer weigh you down.
He will make you white as snow.
He wears an eternal Crown.

"Come". Can you hear Him?
"Come" He sweetly calls.
Oh! Will you not answer?
His invitation is free to all?

Thank You, Oh Jesus!
Giver of all I see.
When You ask me to share Your love
May I say with joy, "Send me!"

Jane Ellen Slone ©
January 25, 2010
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