Come to Me The Lord said, ‘Come to me.’ But I said, ‘I’m not worthy. ‘Come to me’, he repeated. And I said, ‘I’m afraid.’ ‘Come to me.’ ‘I’m too proud.’ ‘Come to me.’ ‘But I’ve no appointment.’ ‘Come to me.’ ‘ But I can’t afford the time right now.’ ‘Come to me.’ With that I fell silent. The he said, ‘Come … sit down … take the load off your feet. Sit here as in the shade of a tree. Refresh yourself as at a running stream. Here you will find rest. Here you will find peace. And your yoke will become easy, and your burden light.’