We come to the cross
hurried, anxious,
running on fumes.

You slow us down.
You calm our fears.
You fill what is empty.

“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened.”

We come burdened and broken,
and You give rest to our souls.

We come to the cross
lonely, overlooked,
at the end of our rope.

You set the lonely in families.
You are the God who sees.
You reach down
and lift us up.

“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened.”

We come burdened and broken,
and You give rest to our souls.

We come to the cross
grieving, angry,
confused.

You mourn with us.
You are quick to listen.
You guide us into all truth.

“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened.”

We come burdened and broken,
and You give rest to our souls.

We come to the cross
with all our baggage—
our trauma,
our junk.

You trade it for an easy yoke.
You invite us to follow You
into a life that is full
and free.

“You have made us for Yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You.”

— Saint Augustine