† The Yoke - Taizé chant

Come to me, all who are labored and laden, I am gentle and humble — your soul shall find rest. In Your Yoke I receive Your rest. Rest is with You, not from labored and laden. All who are kopiaō — weary by the labor of life, All who are phortizo — laden with life’s burdens, Some breathe from tanks — Some hold their breath under the weight. The Good Shepherd breathes the life of God. Come to me, all who are labored and laden, I am gentle and humble — your soul shall find rest. In Your Yoke I receive Your rest. Rest is with You, not from labored and laden. I was not looking for religion in the ruins — I was gasping for the air of life. Oxygen. I can breathe again. I exhale calmly and confidently. I inhale freely and fearlessly. I grace the labor and burden of life with a well rested, restored soul. Come to me, all who are labored and laden, I am gentle and humble — your soul shall find rest. In Your Yoke I receive Your rest. Rest is with You, not from labored and laden.