COME BY ME

My body’s bent
my heart it bleeds,
my soul cries out
Jesus come by me.

Alone I’m broken
alone I’m weak,
without You I’m nothing
Jesus come by me.

I long for the day
when I will be free,
of a world that’s gone mad
Jesus come by me.

Hatred and wars
division and greed,
the family so broken
Jesus come by me.

New life so fragile
so freshly conceived,
is torn from it’s cradle
Jesus come by me.

Children who search
in the dark for to see,
the meaning of life
Jesus come by me.

With Your love sweet Jesus
I will become free,
so hurry sweet healer
Jesus come by me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 30, 1995