If snow and cold and broken branches 
fallen to the ground is all you feel 
If heavy burdens weighing on your 
heavy hearted days is all you feel 

Call on me 
And I will give you rest 
Call on me 
And I will give you rest 


If in the midst of battle, with 
broken bodies laying at your side 
If bullets flying, bring you to 
your knees and make you cry 

If seeing persecution, destitution, 
mass dilusion tells you you’re alone 
There’s no way in the world or in 
the vast expanse that you are on your own 

Call on me 
And I will give you rest 
Call on me 
And I will give you rest 

And give me all the rest