come and die


He bids me, though I wander, standing off, feeling afraid,
to lay my worries down with all the promises I’ve made.
Live no longer with a weight of knowing when or how,
“Come and die, my love,” He calls me, “come die with me...” just now.

A race down to the bottom, freely give it all away.
Give up rights and expectations made along the way
“Let it go, love, you can trust me,” by His voice you know it’s true,
“Come and die, and you will live in true abundance, Me with you.”

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